♥ Chloe ♥
Even in daylight, I didn’t feel safe. Every sound made my pulse spike. Every shadow stretched too long. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Jethro’s car as we pulled up to the police station, my hands clenched in my lap, my thoughts tangled into one looping question.
How long had he been watching me?
Jethro eventually parked in front of the police station. He turned off the engine and looked over at me as he took my hand in his.
“Are you ready?” he asked. No. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to do this. It reminded me too much of things from before. Things that I had hoped to put behind me. But he was still after me. I was his. I wasn’t, but he believed I was. It made me shudder. I slowly nodded, even though the last thing I wanted to do was go inside. Jethro kissed my hand
