Christopher's POV
I woke to the scent of Isabel clinging to my skin and the weight of everything I'd been avoiding pressing down on my chest.
Isabel slept beside me, her red hair tangled across the pillow, one bare leg thrown over mine. The sunlight streaming through her curtains made her look softer than she was, almost innocent in sleep.
Almost.
I extracted myself carefully, finding my clothes scattered across the living room floor. Last night had been exactly what I needed—a release valve for the pressure building inside me. I f****d hard all night and it made sense that she was sleeping like a log
But morning brought reality crashing back.
My mother was running out of time. The doctor's words echoed in my head constantly now, a countdown I couldn't escape.
And Jasmine? I simpl
