EDEN'S POV
The question hangs between us long after the words leave my mouth, and Janice doesn't answer right away because she can't, not without reopening every wound we've spent weeks trying to stitch together.
She lowers her eyes, lets out a shaky laugh that sounds far too close to crying and quietly murmurs, "You always ask the impossible questions...... don't you?" before looking back at me as though she's deciding whether to protect my heart or finally trust it.
I don't push her.
For the first time in years, I'm not asking for an explanation about Chloe, Jack or the past.
I'm asking if there's still a future.
Janice takes a slow breath and shakes her head at herself.
"I kept thinking the answer would get easier if I waited another year...... then another one...... but it neve
