დ Rosalie დ
By the time I got home, the rain had soaked through the shoulders of my coat, and my nerves felt like they had been stripped raw. I sat in the driveway for a moment with both hands on the steering wheel, staring at the house through the blur of the windshield. Jordan’s face stayed in my mind. That smile. That calm voice. That warning. He had known exactly what he was doing to me, and I hated that it had worked. Hated that he had still been able to reduce me to silence with so little effort. Hated that even now, years later, some part of me still froze when he stepped too close.
But beneath all of that was something harder.
He knew something. About my mother. About Julian. About me being back. And if Jordan knew, then whatever my mother had been hiding had to be worse than I
