Jax's P.O.V.
The park was quiet, the kind of silence that hummed with the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of crickets. Stars dotted the sky above us, their glow dim compared to the faint light of the lampposts lining the path. Sam’s hand was warm in mine, her grip light but certain, like she was testing the idea of holding on.
Neither of us spoke for a while. The rhythm of our steps matched, the gravel crunching underfoot with every stride. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, watching as her gaze flitted between the path ahead and the night sky.
“I feel like everything is falling apart,” she said suddenly, her voice soft but laced with tension.
I slowed my pace, giving her the space to continue.
“I thought I had everything under control,” she went on, her thum
