Chapter 120
~ Hailey ~
Jackson was drinking in the looks of my apartment, his eyes moving from the painted walls to the sewn curtains to the secondhand furniture I'd arranged so carefully.
"Wow... this feels so... homely," he said, genuine appreciation in his voice.
Then he seemed to catch himself, like he'd said something inappropriate. "I'm sorry, I just... it's nostalgic in here." He smiled, and there was something wistful in his expression. Like my little apartment reminded him of something from his past. Something simpler. Something real.
Maybe a time before money complicated everything. Before mansions and private jets and women who knew exactly how to weaponize tears. His gaze lingered on the framed photo of me and Trice at graduation—both of us laughing, arms slung aro
