The Breaking Point

Zara

"Yes, Rachel. He was here." I shifted a little on the bed, trying to get comfortable, the drip in my arm pulling slightly with the movement. "I woke up and he was just sitting there beside the bed, like he had been there for hours. Then he said he had to go somewhere for two hours and left."

Rachel blinked, processing that for a second, then she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees