7LucianaI got home late, but I’ll admit I was surprised to find Jax’s bike already parked in the garage. Only a couple of lights were on, but I could hear running water as soon as I opened the door.
I’d stayed a while with Mom even after dinner and cleaning up the dishes. We talked about random things, nothing serious, because I couldn’t handle any more of that, and watched old black-and-white movies until Mom finally fell asleep. I kissed her forehead and checked my phone for messages. A trickle of fear had gone through me when I saw there were none. Not even a quick text.
Jax’s fine, I’d told myself, but I hadn’t really believed it until I walked through that door.
“Jax?” I called, an eerie déjà vu sweeping me. Suddenly, I felt panic and fear swamp me. I almost thought about turning a
