Jasmine’s POV
The closing of Orson’s bedroom door echoed softly down the dark hallway.
I sat alone on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, holding a glass of red wine in my hands. The house was dead silent, except for the ticking of the wall clock.
Willa was resting in her room and Orson was now asleep in his room.
I took a sip of the wine, letting the taste burn down my throat.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway and Garrett walked into the living room.
He stopped a few feet away from the sofa, looking down at me.
"He's fast asleep" he said softly, his voice thick with emotions. "He held me until his eyes closed."
I didn't smile. I didn't look up at his face. I just stared down at the red liquid swirling in my glass.
"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Garrett" I said an
