Jax's P.O.V.
I couldn’t sleep. I’d spent the last hour staring at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over again in my head. The slap, the shouting, Ava’s confession—it all seemed so far away now, like a bad dream finally over.
But it wasn’t Ava or the chaos of the day that kept me awake. It was her.
Sam.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her—how strong she’d been, standing up to Ava in the middle of all that madness. How, even after everything, she still managed to hold her head high. I missed her laugh, her sharp wit, the way her eyes softened when she let her guard down.
And more than that, I missed us.
The truth was, I’d gone to her room for more than just an apology. I wanted to fix things between us, to make her see that she wasn’t alone in this. I was done with all the mis
