Sara
"So what do we do now?" I asked Jaxon in a dull tone as we sat to enjoy the breakfast he'd made for me.
It all looked amazing, but I couldn't bring myself to try any of it, unsurprisingly; I didn't have much of an appetite after the reveal about my mother working with Cynthia. I felt a constant sick, swirling feeling in my stomach every time I reminded myself that whatever my mother had come back for–it wasn't me. Evidently, I was just one big pawn in her game to get… what?
"First, we have something to eat," Jaxon said sternly as he piled food on a plate for me and placed it in front of me.
I smiled at him warily and picked a fork up. " I don't know that I have an appetite."
Jaxon sighed tiredly as he sat across from me with his own plate, picking up his cup of coffee. "I'm sorry
