JAXON
“I SAID I’LL HANDLE IT.”
I take one deep, long breath in.
“BROTHER RONAN WILL TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING, OKAY?” I let it go, slowly, steadily, until my lungs are empty and I’m sure I’m not stuck in a twisted trance.
Ronan’s words from fifteen years ago echo in my ears.
Yes. I know he took care of it. He always does what he says, always keeps to his promises no matter how big or small. It’s been almost two decades, and…
I know I never asked how he handled it after all those years. We had made it an unspoken rule never to speak of it again.
So how?
My right leg continuously taps against the floor as my heart and mind race at a pace that makes it so f*****g difficult for me to breathe properly.
I grip the phone harder with my shaky fingers, making sure it doesn’t slip awa
