Avery’s POV
Jameson’s apartment was cozy and sheltering from the bitter chill of the night, but it offered little solace from the storm raging in my mind. I clutched the mug of chamomile tea, allowing the faint floral aromas to fill the air around me, but the knot in my stomach refused to loosen.
Jameson was sitting a few short feet away, his steady presence reassuring me. His questions earlier had been tender but electric: “be gentle on yourself, that's no longer a burden that you carry alone.” Someone was out for me, AND IT WASN'T random. That thought was like a splinter lodged deep in my mind, impossible to ignore and even harder to remove.
"I suppose I should go," I finally said, breaking the long silence.
Jameson frowned. "Go where?"
"Back to my house. I can't stay here forever."
