CHAPTER 3
Mia felt outside herself. As if the only thing tethering her to her own body was the firm grip of Brax’s hand around hers. Her mind was nothing but static, like in a movie, after a bomb goes off. It wouldn’t stay that way. She understood that, so she held on to Brax and held on to the numb as he led her back to his place, taking back roads and cutting through yards and patches of woods. Once they were inside the little one-room studio apartment, he shut the door and threw the locks. One. Two. Three.
She flinched at the sound, her mind pitching her back into the kitchen with Wayne. To the moment she’d understood that her time had run out.
“Mia.”
She sucked in a breath, and Brax came into focus, gray eyes dark with worry.
“You can let go now.”
She realized he was trying to sl
