Jaxon’s POV
Hazel didn’t look back once, not even when I called her name the first time. She moved like she was trying to outrun her shadows. I tossed my stick to Johnson and jogged down to catch up with her.
She has already been through a lot and I hate to be the reason why she shrinks the more.
I caught her just before the heavy exit door slammed shut.
“Hazel,” I called out, “Stop!”
She didn’t. She just kept walking fast with head down.
So I stepped in front of her.
She halted abruptly, her eyes wide, and I could see the hurt shining so bright in it, I felt it deep down in my gut.
Damn! What have I done? All because of a conversation that didn’t mean a damn thing.
“What do you want, Jaxon?” she whispered, her voice thin.
“Look,” I started carefully, “whatever you think you saw
