Jake
Slowly, my strength was coming back. Jet had done a good job of getting most of the poison to leave my body. Though I was still slightly weak, I tried to knock down the door with every ounce of strength I had left inside me. Stella was upset with me, upset that I was only worried about her safety.
Things were different between us. Anyone on the outside looking in could even tell. It was so obvious, yet I couldn’t tell what I had done wrong. I had to be the one at the center of it all; it was always the man’s fault. It wasn’t like I could ask her what it was because I got a feeling that would only infuriate her more. I would ask Jet, but he was too weak to communicate with me right no
