Nina
I finally pull up to the gate, a wave of anxiety washing over me. The driver glances back at me through the rearview mirror. “You sure you wanna go in?”
“Yeah,” I say, straightening my shoulders. “Just go ahead. I’ll be right in.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Alright, but don’t mention this to anyone, okay?”
“Promise. I’ll be fine,” I assure him, my stomach twisting as I watch him nod and drive on.
As I step out of the car, I spot someone leaning against a parked vehicle. My heart skips, and then sinks all at once. It’s Jaxon.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, striding toward him. My pulse quickens—not from excitement but from a mix of anger and confusion.
He pushes off the car and strides toward me, the worry etched on his face. “Nina, why are you crying? Who the f**k ma
