(Kendall)
I stared out the window, not really seeing anything. My car was still at the coffee shop. After everything that happened, Jaxon didn't want me to drive by myself. He's right, because it didn’t feel safe. One of the officers said they’d bring it by my house later.
I didn’t say much on the drive home after that. Jaxon was tense, one hand gripped the steering wheel like he might break it in half. The other stayed near my thigh, like he wanted to reach for me but didn’t trust himself to let go of the wheel just yet. The silence was uncomfortable this time, but I didn’t want to be the one to break it.
I didn’t want to talk about Chase. I didn’t want to talk about the marks on my wrist or the way my heart still felt like it was racing a mile a minute. I just wanted to be home. With
