Sam's P.O.V.
Tears blur my vision as I hurriedly stuff clothes into my bag, each movement frantic and uneven. My heart pounds in my chest, the weight of everything crashing down on me. Jax had no right—no right to blow everything up like that without warning. And now, Mom’s gone, and I’m stuck here, drowning in the aftermath of his impulsive declaration.
I try to steady my breath, but it’s useless. My hands tremble as I zip up the bag. I need to get out of here. I can't deal with him right now. I can't deal with any of this. Grabbing my phone, I scroll through my contacts and tap Maya’s name. Hey, can I stay over at yours tonight? I don’t want to be here.
She replies almost instantly. Sure, come by whenever. Door’s open.
Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I glance once more at my room,
