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The twenty sixth of June was the worst day of Jaxon’s life.

A day he wished never existed. A day he’d prefer to kill than be disturbed.

No one dared disturb him on a day like this, because it was a day that smelt like blood.

His grip on the wheel tightened.

'Just a few more miles and I’ll be at the cottage.'

He told himself, trying to drift his mind from ...