Jack’s POV
The snow fell in relentless waves outside the hotel window, blanketing the world in an eerie quiet. But inside, the room was anything but calm. My mind churned with unease as I paced from wall to wall, Rose’s last message flashing in my head: “Don’t come back.”
I couldn’t focus. My phone buzzed on the nightstand with updates from Mason, who was seated at the desk near the window, his laptop open and a phone pressed to his ear. He was barking orders to someone on the other end, his tone brisk and impatient.
“We’re not confirming or denying anything right now,” Mason snapped, his words sharp. “Jack Carter doesn’t owe anyone a statement on his personal life.”
I ignored him and stared at my own phone again. No new messages. I had sent Rose another text an hour ago—“Are you and E
