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Chapter 51: Jessie’s POV

Author: Nancii Agosto
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-27 18:12:00

As Ivy and Lincoln tried to console me in the center of the cold, echoing parking garage, I could feel their words bouncing off the walls of my mind without ever reaching me just as they resonated through this very hollow garage. I sat there, a trembling bundle of nerves and bruised thoughts, my back pressed against a concrete pillar slick with condensation. The smell of oil and damp pavement clung to the air. My hands felt clammy. My chest tightened and my fingertips were tingling.

Even in a new home, a different place entirely, I couldn’t escape him. I was still prey — still being hunted by my husband like some injured animal. The idea settled over me like a second skin.

Later, when we returned to Lincoln’s apartment, I dropped onto the couch as though gravity had doubled, my body refusing to move any further. The cushions did nothing to soften the ache in my bones. Ivy sat down beside me, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm. She took my hand in hers, a warm, steadying weight t
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