Chapter 9 A Story Without Proof

HAZEL'S POV:

“Jordan… please.” I whispered again, my palms cupping his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks, desperate for a reaction. His skin was warm but clammy, and his lashes didn’t even flutter. “Wake up, dammit.”

I could feel my eyes sting as that ridiculous lump sat in my throat like a stone. ...