"Rhane has woken up..."
Jenna repeated the words in her mind. She had waited days and nights for it, had even acted out how she would react countless times in her head. Why wasn't she moving... why wasn't she screaming?
It was easy. Jenna had waited so long that hope felt like a blunt sword stabbed in through her mouth down her throat. It was gut-wrenching to watch Rhane lay unmoving on the bed for over three weeks. The anguish that came with hope had eviscerated her voice and excitement, and now even hearing the news, it felt surreal.
Was reality now far from her? Had her brain conjured what she longed to hear because things were hopeless? Jenna didn't know, but she tasted saline, and it wasn't Kali's.
Her tears rolled down, and her hands moved first, moving away from the hug.
"Y-you." Jenna's voice cracked when she tried to speak, so she paused and swallowed hard. The blunt sword now felt like a lump, unwilling to settle.
