Jaxon
“And you’re asking me to take the one thing you love most in this world.”
“That’s why I’m asking you,” I say, leaning forward. “Because I trust you to take care of it.”
He nods slowly, swallowing hard. “Alright. If this is what you really want… I’ll do it.”
“Thank you,” I say, the relief bittersweet.
But the moment doesn’t last long. When I get home, my mother is waiting for me.
She’s sitting in the living room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The second she sees me, her face twists with something I can’t quite place.
“We need to talk,” she says, her voice strained.
I sigh, shrugging off my jacket. “What now?”
She stands, her movements stiff. “I reached out to Scarlett.”
“Why?” The word comes out sharp, my frustration flaring instantly.
“She deserved to know what’s h
