Jenine's POV

His hand reached for mine. I withdrew my hand, shrinking away from his touch.

“Hear me out. Please.”

“Don’t fucking touch me. And don't follow me,” I warned.

“Jenine, wait…”

My feet stomped as I walked away. My knees buckled as I stumbled over a root in my haste. I cursed under my breath, steadying myself.

Laura's brows knitted together as I entered the house.

“You're back early.”

I walked past her heading into room she had let me use—I could call ...