JACKSON

Damn it.

I knew it.

From the moment she stepped out of the house that morning, something in my chest felt wrong. She didn’t look at me properly. She didn’t argue like she usually would. She just left and I let her.

Because I was guilty.

I wasn’t supposed to block Lena’s number from her phone.

I knew that but I did it anyway.

At first, it felt harmless. Just a small space between them. A little distance so Nyra could lean on me instead.

So she would stop running back to ...