Jane's POV
The red lipstick on the mirror felt like a punch to the gut.
“Next time it’s Nate…” The words were hard to read but full of hate. I couldn’t sleep. I spent the whole night on the sofa jumping at every sound in the hotel. I waited for the morning like it was my only hope.
The sunlight came through the curtains so bright compared to the fear in my mind. I picked up my phone and looked at Nate’s name in my contacts.
Should I tell him everything? Warn him? The message was meant to scare me and it was working. I decided to wait. I needed to understand it first before putting it on him.
After a quick shower, I called room service. I ordered a cup of coffee and a lot of pastries. I needed something to comfort me. It wasn’t much but I had to feel normal.
While I waited, I thoug
