Dani didn’t get out of bed the next morning.
The sun crawled through the cracks in the blinds, spilling lazy gold across the floor, but she stayed still—wrapped in the blanket like armor, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The apartment was silent, save for the occasional groan of pipes or distant hum of a motorcycle engine outside.
Jax hadn’t knocked. He hadn’t said anything. She didn’t know if that made it better or worse.
Her phone buzzed once around noon. A message from Rico.
You okay? Haven’t heard from you.
She didn’t answer. She stared at the screen until it dimmed and went dark again. Another message blinked in not long after, this time from someone at the shop asking if she could come in for a delivery mix-up.
She turned her phone off.
The world didn’t deserve her attention. Not to
