CHAPTER 82: Getting a confession

MEREDITH:

My head was as heavy as logs of wood piled in a spot. I managed to crank my eyes open, shutting them once the brightness in the room hit them. I was on a bed of some sort; soft, silk, and comfortable. I could tell due to how comfortable it felt against my tired body. The scent of the atmosphere was a mix of vanilla and cedar with food. Food? My stomach immediately danced at the inhalation of that savory aroma.

Fighting hard, I opened my eyes. I was in a simply furnished room; a bed and a small table that had a tray which I suspected was the source of that nice aroma. I hadn't eaten all day. Being in this situation heightened that fact, even though I was confused and a bit scared.

Suddenly, the door flung open and Alan strode in with a glass of juice and water on a tray, wearing a beautiful smile like everything was normal. Like I was his wife who had just woken up to dinner in bed. How could he even be smiling?

He dropped the juice close to the food tray and brought the w