JaneVera's POV
Neven. His name alone made my stomach twist with hatred.
I stared at the glowing screen, my throat tightening before I finally swiped it open. Fifteen missed calls. Then the messages appeared, one after another.
> Neven: Jane, where the hell are you? I've been calling all night. You left your things here.
My stomach knotted.
> Neven: You left your luggage here. You should come home and talk to me before you do something stupid.
I scoffed under my breath, my jaw tightening as I started typing a cold, simple reply:> I'll come by to pick up my luggage. Nothing more.
Exhaling shakily through my nose, I leaned forward. "Change of destination," I said suddenly.
The driver glanced back, brow raised. "Where to?"
"Redwood Estate," I said after a beat, my voice low.
