Jaxon’s POV
It had been two days.
Two whole days since she’d looked at me and I’d seen nothing there.
No recognition, no warmth. Just that distance — like I was a stranger she couldn’t stand to be near.
And I couldn’t stop replaying it.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way she flinched when I tried to help her sit up. The way she pressed herself against the headboard, breath ragged, eyes wide and confused, like I was something to fear.
I ran a hand through my hair and let out a shaky breath.
The sun was going down again. I could see it bleeding orange through the window, casting long shadows across the floor.
I hadn’t left this wing of the house. Not really, I stayed close. Watching the door. Hoping maybe the next time I saw her, she’d remember. That something would shift.
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