Jax's P.O.V.
There was no turning back. I followed Sam down the stairs, every step heavier than the last. I could feel the weight of it all pressing down on us as we walked into the living room, where both of our parents were waiting. The air between us was thick with tension.
"Sit," my dad commanded, his gaze locked on me.
His expression was tight, controlled, but I could see the edge in his eyes.
We both took our seats, and Sam’s mom stood by the window, arms crossed.
It was obvious they were both struggling to hold it together. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. They knew about the picture now. Hell, everyone did. How could they not?
"So," my dad said, his voice cold, his words deliberate. "We need to talk about the picture."
I didn’t have a defense. Nothing I said would ma
