Jax
I found myself restless in the days following Cole's arrest, the adrenaline that had carried me through weeks of danger slowly draining away and leaving something unfamiliar in its place. Peace, maybe, though I didn't have much practice recognizing it when it actually arrived.
Zoe noticed before I fully understood it myself.
"You've been quiet," she said, finding me alone in the workshop one evening, running idle hands over tools that didn't need any particular attention.
"Not used to this," I admitted. "The quiet, I mean. Feels strange after everything."
She settled onto the bench beside me, patient in the way she'd grown over these past weeks, giving me space to find my own words instead of pushing.
"I keep thinking about my sister," I said eventually. "About how different ever
