CHAPTER 165

HAZEL

Slowly, as if waking from a long, heavy dream, my eyes fluttered open. The room was quiet, but the first thing—or rather, the first person—I noticed was Declan. He stood by the window, his back slightly hunched, his phone pressed to his ear. There was a tension in his posture, the kind that made it clear whatever conversation he was having wasn’t going well. His shoulders were tight, his fre