Anya POV
We finished with our movies and it was almost 10 pm. I cleared the snack remnants from the coffee table and Jax and I headed to bed. I climbed into my spot and checked my phone; Sara still hadn’t texted me back. I guess she really didn’t mean what she said.
I needed someone to talk to or I would go crazy. I needed help to figure things out. I can’t talk to Jax about everything going on. That would be a huge mistake. I didn’t have anyone; I couldn’t think of a single person who I could even pay to care.
That’s it! I could pay someone to care. I could hire a therapist! But would Jax even let me see a therapist if he couldn’t be there? I guess it’s worth a shot to try.
“Jax....” I whispered to see if he had fallen asleep. Jax rolled over and looked at me.
“What’s up babe?
