JACKSON
Once we got out of the elevator, I turned the key and cracked the door. My inner thoughts told me to look behind me. Once I did, I could see all over her body that she was nervous. She was scared. And if there was anything that I learned about her within these past couple of days, she looked as if she was ready to run. It was crucial for me to convince her to stay, to make her feel safe and secure within these walls. The desire to keep her by my side burned fiercely within me.
“Don’t run, Leah,” I said softly, trying to ease her anxiety. I desperately wanted her to feel at ease, but I couldn't help but wonder what she was so afraid of. Was it because of me? I searched my mind for any possible reasons for her distress. Was it something I had said or done? Had I unknowingly caused
