I keep staring at the image, this can't be possible. Jaxon died, he was shot, I was there when he was shot, at least before I passed out.
He was buried.
I mean, there are slight differences from the image, he looks older and more lighter on the skin but I know it's him. I've known him long enough to tell it's him.
"You know Jaxon?" When she asks that question, I feel like it's cleared all of my doubts.
I clear my throat awkwardly.
"Yes, how did you guys meet?"
"You mean with Jonas? We met at the mall."
I crease my brows.
Jonas?
"How did you know Jonas's brother?"
Holy s**t!
I clear my throat.
"Uhm we used to work together?"
"Oh... Jonas told me his brother was murdered." I can't give her the details of how that happened, because no one deserves to know my past and the mistake
