My eyes flew open, and I was gasping for air.
I bolted upright in Jax’s bed, grasping at my chest and trying to get my bearings.
Jax’s cool hand pushed my hair away from my forehead. “Shh. It’s alright.”
My eyes scanned the room around me, and with what felt like a blow to my stomach, I realized my dad was gone and I was back in reality. Jax was standing by the bed and leaning over me, but it was too dark for me to see his face.
But the smell wasn’t. The smell of his cologne and the starch from his shirt still lingered in my nose. I closed my eyes, inhaling through my nose.
It was just a dream. But why did it feel so real?
Feeling empty, my chest ached. It was a deep ache that reverberated through my chest, threatening to bust open the barely healed cracks in my heart.
The darkn
