~Alina Pov~

I looked at Kennedy who looked confused. His brows were furrowed in a frown. I thought they had told him about it because I felt I had slept for a long time.

I cleared my throat and then asked him, “How many days had I been unconscious?” I asked him.

He looked at me speechlessly, “A day.” He replied then hugged me tightly while sitting down.

I gulped nervously. I didn't want to be the one to tell him about this because I didn't want to see him hurt. I had thought Jerry and the rest would have talked to him about it and this made me want...