37. A Tangled Web of Emotions

Abigail's pov -

As I wake up in the morning, a heaviness fills my head, and a dull ache radiates from my neck. Last night's attack by Julie replays in my mind, and I struggle to make sense of what happened. Why do I feel so sleepy? And why can't I recall everything clearly?

My gaze shifts to the sight of Michael lying next to me, peacefully asleep. I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from him, studying every detail of his face. There's a yearning in me, an unspoken desire to reach out and touch his hair, to feel the warmth of his presence.

With a trembling hand, I extend my fingers toward him, but just as they are about to make contact, I hesitate and pull back. I don't want to disturb his rest, knowing how tirelessly he stood by my side throughout the night. Instead, I quietly observe him, taking solace in the fact that he's here with me, safe and sound.

As if sensing my gaze upon him, Michael stirs awake. His eyes meet mine, concern etched upon his face. He immediately star