Jax's P.O.V.
The silence stretched between us, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves in the orchard. Sam’s confusion was written all over her face, her brows drawn tight, her lips parting as she searched for words. Finally, she asked, “What do you mean?”
Her voice was hesitant, fragile, like she was bracing herself for the blow. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to gather my thoughts.
“The secrets, the sneaking around, the hiding,” I said, my voice low but firm. “The way we’ve been going about this, it’s tearing everything apart. Falling out with our parents, lying about where we’ve been… I can’t keep doing it, Sam.”
Her breath hitched, and I saw the heartbreak flash in her eyes. She leaned back slightly, creating a space between us, like she was already pulling away.
