Chapter: 1642

But the tension between them lingered, thick and awkward, as if something unspoken hung in the air.

Jonathan cleared his throat, his voice hoarse. “Could I have some water?"

"I'll get it." Bethany rose, poured him a glass, and helped him sit up so he could drink.

"What did the doctors say about my condition?"

Bethany sighed and replied, “They couldn't figure it out. They think it might be psychological.”