(Jasper’s POV)
The drive to the house is silent. Virginia sits pressed against the passenger door like she wants to disappear. But I can’t be bothered to care.
Scarlett's words keep echoing in my mind.
My mistake.
I've moved on.
Never really mine.
By the time we pull into the driveway, my head is clearer but my heart feels like it's been put through a shredder. It hurts, but I have no outlet to release the pain. All I can do is suppress and endure.
Maybe this is my punishment.
The door is locked. But I have a key to the house. James was so kind to hand me one when Virginia started staying over at my place.
His exact words were ‘you’re the only one who can help her with her panic attacks. Keep the key. This way, you won’t have to wait outside for us if you happen to drop her home
