That's Disappointing

Chapter 271: That's Disappointing Reese She tore her eyes away from Roman again and looked at me, her face pale, eyes too wide to be sane. “I don’t know if I’m seeing things now, Reese.” The way she said it—slow, unsure, almost frightened—made something twist low in my gut. I crossed the room in three long strides. “What are you talking about?” She lifted her trembling hand and pointed. “His fingers. I could’ve sworn I saw him move his fingers.” My heart slammed violently against my ribs as I followed her gaze. Roman’s hand lay on the white sheets, fingers curled slightly inward, perfectly still. Too still. The machines beside him hummed steadily, cruelly calm, as if mocking the sudden chaos in my chest. “You’re sure?” I asked, my voice rough. “You’re absolutely sure?” “I—I don’t know,” she stammered. “Yes. I think so. It was his right hand. I saw it from the corner of my eye. It moved.” I dragged a hand down my face, exhaustion crashing over me like a wave. “River… you’re