Sam's P.O.V.
I stared down at my feet, my sneakers scuffing the dirt beneath the swing. The silence between us stretched, heavy and unbearable, until I finally broke it.
“Ethan broke up with me,” I said, my voice flat, like the words themselves were too heavy to carry emotion.
Jax didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, I wondered if he’d even heard me. But then I felt him shift beside me.
“What?” His voice was low, careful, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard me correctly.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and kept my gaze fixed on the ground. “He broke up with me. This morning. Said he couldn’t be with someone like me.”
“Someone like you?” Jax’s tone sharpened, and I could feel his eyes on me now, burning with questions.
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah. Someone
