Jax's P.O.V.
I stare at the phone, the message from my dad still glaring on the screen. I ignore it. Right now, there’s only one thing I need to focus on—Sam.
I turn to her, my eyes heavy with everything I’m feeling. "Sam, what were you about to say back there?"
She shakes her head, her hands trembling slightly as she grips her bag. "It's nothing, Jax."
"Sam, don't do that." I reach out, gently taking her hand, trying to keep my voice steady. "You were about to say something important. What was it?"
She doesn’t meet my eyes. Her gaze flickers out the window, her lips pressed tight as if the words are stuck somewhere deep inside. I can feel the tension radiating off her. She's hiding something.
"Please, Sam," I say softly, urging her to tell me. "I need to know. Whatever it is, we can
