Jasmine POV
When I returned back home, there wasn't enough time to prepare breakfast, so I got ready and left the house.
On my way to the Walters, I scrolled through my messages and responded to Griffin's last night's messages.
Some weeks ago, if you’d tell me Griffin will ever happen to me, I’d be rolling my eyes at the ridiculous joke, but here I am thinking substantially about him as I stroll by the pavement.
While I circle the Walters driveway, the clear, vivid memory of Griffin holding a rose flower, professing his love for me in the middle of my living room, reminded me of the look in his eyes this morning.
I know him, and I know that there was something off about him at first, but he succeeded in covering it up with his affection for me. I only hope he is okay.
"Good morn
