There’s a light touch on my cheek which slowly pulls me away from the unconsciousness that I was submerged in and I open my eyes slowly so the light in the room wouldn’t hurt them.I can’t see Don’s face with my head bowed but I can feel his presence. Why couldn’t he just listen to me and leave the boat.I wasn’t sure how many hours that has passed so it was impossible to tell just how much time was left to convince him to leave without me. I had to save him so he could keep my little Jenny safe from the cruel family she was born into.When his hand cupped my cheek I leaned into it, savoring his touch because it was potentially the last.I don’t let myself dwell in what could have been, only because I couldn’t feel anything. I wasn’t sure which drug Cassie had given me but it was really strong and I felt partially grateful because it made the torture I just went through more bearable for me.He