Jax's P.O.V.
I didn’t plan to leave the house, but the suffocating tension between my old man and me was too much to handle. It’s a weight I’ve been carrying for years, and no matter how hard I try to escape it, it always finds its way back. The problem is, he doesn’t see it. He never sees me. He never sees how he’s pushing me into a corner.
The moment I walked out, I didn’t even know where I was going, just away. Away from him. Away from all of this. Away from the new life he’s forced us into. I can feel his eyes on me, though, like some invisible thread is pulling at my back, telling me that no matter how far I go, I’m still tethered to him.
I don’t even bother checking my phone when it buzzes. It’s just the same damn texts, the same questions, the same fake concern. Where are you? Is
