Jasmine’s POV
I was restless the whole night, I tried I really did but I didn't make it easier that I could feel his presence everywhere and I can't seem to understand why he's starting to affect me more than he did back then.
I sat on the porch having a cup of coffee. Behind me in the living room, Orson was happily coloring in his storybook and Garrett was chopping wood in front of me.
He looked relaxed and the weight that I could see in his eyes and his face ever since we returned has been lifted so I want to believe that maybe he's telling the truth and maybe I've been wrong all along
The peaceful spell of our quiet sanctuary was fading, and the reality of our lives was waiting for us back in the real world. I couldn't hide in this cozy cabin forever.
"Garrett"
He set the logs do
