Chapter 41

He frantically paced back and forth as he messily ran his fingers through his hair. He glanced up at me pleadingly, looking for answers.
My heart dropped at the realization that he didn't remember anything from last night. I sat up and quietly replied, "I came over yesterday when I heard you had gotten sick and spent the night. Your fever was quite high, so you were barely awake for most of it. But you didn't do anything wrong."
He nodded understandingly and slowed his pacing. "Thank you, Danary. I know I must've been difficult, and I really appreciate—"