“I’ve told you for a long time that you should have stayed the fuck away, but you didn’t listen, you kept trying to make yourself believe that—” His words die abruptly. I take the chance at opening my eyes and what I see staring back at me makes me cry harder—fear, panic, and regret. “Jesus, I’m so sorry,” he says, pushing away from me. “I have to get the fuck out of here.” “No, Jaxson, don’t leave,” I beg, but it’s too late. Within seconds the front door slams with his departure.
