" Isabel, could you —?" Jaxon's voice floats down the hall from the kitchen, laced with a vulnerability I am not used to hearing from him. It used to be the other way around, where I would stay on his every word, his every command. Now, however? I am not sure what this version of him means.
I can feel it in my chest, this heavy, scrupling kind of ache that refuses to dissipate, no matter how numerous times my brain reminds me that I really ought to be over this by now.
I take a deep breath, push open the door to the living room, and make my way toward him. The soft snoring of Hazel in the coming room is the only sound that fills the silence. She's eventually asleep, one of those rare peaceful moments when she is not fighting the pain.
" Yeah?" I say without meeting his eyes, leaning aga
