Willow's POV
The ticking of the clock was the only sound filling the room as Dillon and I sat on a chair across from Dillion. I looked out of the window. I watched the city lights dance in the distance, drawing some comfort from their familiarity. My mind replayed Brax’s rage outburst over and over again. Dillon shifted, breaking the silence.
"I just need to call Brax and let him know I found you,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ll tell him you’re staying with a friend for a bit. Is that okay?”
I nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for making Dillion lie to his best for me. Watching Dillon leave the room, I couldn’t help but think about him. He had always been kind to me, a bastion of calm in my otherwise chaotic life. That simple, consistent kindness made me feel safe, even now.
When he re
