Chapter: 1939

"Jon..."

She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Her voice was so dry, nothing came out.

Jonathan leaned closer, his hand rising to gently brush her cheek, the touch soft and reassuring. "You just woke up. Don't push yourself. Take it slow."

But Bethany's mind was racing with questions.

She stared up at him, searching his face for answers, hoping to read something in his expression.