Chapter 22

After a full day of flying, all I wanted was a decent night's sleep at the hotel. But after being kept up all night by Selena, I fell asleep instantly once she drifted off, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep. The next morning, I woke up as soon as sunlight hit my face—my body never failed me. Selena was still asleep, but beside her sat Zion, gently holding her hand and wiping it, like a caring parent watching over a child. Noticing I was awake, Zion pointed to a plastic bag on the bedside table, silently signaling that breakfast was there. I didn't decline; after an entire day without eating, my stomach was empty. Once I finished eating, Zion stood up, looking at me with an expression of calm resolve. "I've already submitted a request for extended leave on your behalf to your company. Your boss approved it. "Hudson, stay here and help Selena through her treatment." It was only then that I learned Selena had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and her suicide attempt had come a