The morning after their tense conversation felt like an eternity to Jax. He awoke to the quiet of the apartment, the soft sound of birds outside and the distant hum of city life—nothing but the stillness between him and Dani. It was as if the space itself had grown thicker, heavier, since the night before.
He had hoped that maybe she’d come around by morning, or at least acknowledge him in some way. But when he entered the kitchen, where he had hoped to find her, she wasn’t there. The apartment felt unnervingly empty, like she had disappeared into thin air.
He tried to convince himself that it was normal. That she needed time, space, after the argument. But the more he thought about it, the more it gnawed at him. Dani was avoiding him. He could feel it. She was putting distance between t
