-Claire’s P.O.V.-
I stare at the wall as soon as the words are out of Jake’s mouth. The first question that pops out in my mind is: why?
“Is something wrong?” I repeat, though I am already clutching the bed sheets tightly in my hands. A feeling of foreboding has taken over my body.
“You tell me, Claire.” He shrugs, as if it’s not of importance, but there is a bite in his voice that lets me know it is. “I can’t possibly read your mind.”
“Jake,” I call out, the beginning of a headache pushing against my forehead, “I can’t read yours either so will you please be clear?”
“Why did you come back Claire?” His tone isn’t accusing, merely questioning.
I falter, my entire face scrunching up in confusion. “What?”
“Why did you come back?” He says again, raising his gaze to
