Gray’s POV

As Glen pulls the car to a stop on the sidewalk outside of Jasmine’s apartment, I don’t take my eyes off the house across the street. While the door opposite opens and closes with a loud bang, and Jasmine’s shrill voice fills the car, I simply focus on the large pine tree sitting in the middle of the freshly cut lawn.

The sun is beginning to set low on the horizon, casting a soft glow of pastel colors across the Los Angeles skyline, creating a ...