~Jennie’s~

“Do you like lavender or chamomile better?”

That’s the first thing I hear when I crack my eyes open. My head’s pounding faintly, like I’ve been crying in my dreams again. But when I sit up, groggy and disoriented, there’s a tray waiting for me.

A white porcelain cup. A sprig of rosemary laying beside the saucer. A folded linen napkin. And a soft bouquet of tiny white daisies in a mason jar, sitting right beside the vitamins I keep forgetting to take.

I blink. Once. Then again.

The door creaks. Leo peeks in like he’s not sure if I’ll be annoyed or grateful.

“I didn’t know if you’d...