Jax's P.O.V.
My chest tightens. She wants to talk. After everything that’s happened... I don’t know what to say.
But then her eyes drop to my clenched fists, and the tension between us thickens.
“Are you... okay?” she asks.
I don’t know. I don’t know how to answer that. The words catch in my throat, and all I can do is stare at her, trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do next.
As they settle in around the table, I can’t help but notice how different the mood feels. Sam’s mom is smiling, humming as she dishes out food, and even her dad, still recovering, is laughing and joking like he didn’t just nearly die. Sam’s eyes are bright, her attention on her family, and for the first time in a while, everything seems... normal. Like the chaos of the past few days is just a memory.
But
