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 ...