(Jasper's POV)
No.
She's just angry.
That's what I tell myself as I watch Scarlett's walls go up, brick by brick, shutting me out. The way she holds herself—arms crossed, shoulders tense, eyes avoiding mine—it's all defense. Protection against the pain I caused.
But underneath that armor, I know she still loves me. She has to.
"You should go," she says, not looking at me. "Lily's fever broke. She'll be fine now."
I don't move from my spot beside the couch. Lily's still sleeping, her small hand wrapped around my finger like she's afraid I'll disappear if she lets go.
"I want to stay. Make sure she's really okay."
"No." Her voice is sharp, final. "Lily will be fine. I've been taking care of her without you for years.”
The words sting. Does she mean she plans to take care of Lily wit
