Jax's P.O.V.
The drive feels endless, each mile stretching out longer than the last. My dad hasn’t said another word, and neither have I. The silence between us is a wall neither of us is willing to break.
But my thoughts are anything but quiet. They’re filled with her—Sam’s voice, her laughter, the way she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. And now, she’s gone. Stuck in another car, headed to another prison.
I glance out the window, my reflection staring back at me. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely lost. Running felt like the right choice. Being with Sam felt like the only choice.
But now, all I can see is the mess we’ve made. And I have no idea how to fix it.
The car slows as we pull into the driveway of our house, the familiar sight of it fill
