Jasmine's POV
The cab ride to Ford Entertainment felt simultaneously too long and not long enough. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, and found myself wishing for traffic. Anything to delay the inevitable.
Maybe he won't be there today, I told myself. Maybe he has meetings. Maybe he'll be so angry about last night that he'll avoid me entirely.
The thought should have brought relief. Instead, it made my stomach twist.
I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, closing my eyes. This was ridiculous. I'd faced Christopher's cruelty, his betrayal, his mother's venom. I'd lost a child, lost my sight, lost everything, and died cursing them all. So why did the thought of facing one man who'd shown me nothing but kindness make me want to crawl under a rock?
Because he ma
