Chapter 50
Twenty-seven hours later;
Jamie's eyes slowly opened, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was met with the stark gray of his bedroom ceiling and the familiar sight of his bedframe. But something felt off. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, making him wince.
He relaxed, and that was when he saw the bandages wrapped around his torso, and memories of the previous day came flooding back. The flowers and gifts, the apology, the fake accusation, the shooting, Anastasia's panicked face, Theodore's indifferent gaze...
He trailed off when he felt someone holding on to him.
Jamie's initial instinct was to pull his hand away, to break free from the unwanted touch. But as he gazed down at Anastasia's fragile hand, he hesitated. Her fingers were delicate, her skin pale, and her touch gentle. It was as if she was trying to hold onto him without constraining him.