CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
JAXThe shortest distance of regret was twenty-four feet and seven inches across a three-minute time span. I turned around to see Priya in a tranquil sleep as I placed my hand on the silver door of freedom. There, as I exited her world and entered mine—one that now feels more foreign than it should, Dr. Jenkins awaited. He escorted me into the exam room to sit for a moment, and I barely noticed his reentrance. My mind was distracted, and his normal, homey office felt cold and stagnant.
“Love is a complicated creature,” he says pulling up a chair to sit beside me.
“What makes you say that?”
Dr. Jenkins chuckles. “Jax, my wife may be dead, still I know love when I see it. The worst part about your situation is that it’ll remain in front of you, and yet completely out o
