Nate’s POV
I leaned against the front door and surveyed the mess in front of me. The sharp scent of broken ceramic mixed with the lingering smell of Bella's perfume in the air. All of a sudden, I felt very fearful for Bella. Jackson knows about Marcus. I don't know what photos were sent to him or even what he knows. But I know that having Marcus back in her life in any way or form was going to destroy her.
The thought made my hands shake as I grabbed the broom and dustpan from the laundry. I started by picking up the larger shards of glass, their jagged edges catching the overhead light like fragments of broken promises. Each piece clinked softly as I wrapped them in old newspaper sheets, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. The smaller fragments crunched under the broom bristles a
