JAXSONThe motel room was suffocatingly quiet, except the sound of the rain and the ragged breathing of Dean in the far corner. Ethan retired for the night, leaving just me and Ava. I can tell she looks disturbed by the look on her face.She sat on the edge of the mattress, the faded photographs still resting on her lap. She didn't look at me when I stepped into the room, but the air between us was different now. The anger from earlier seemed to have faded into something else."Get some rest," I said softly, my voice low so as not to break the calm atmosphere. "I'll be right outside the door."Ava didn't reply right away. She smoothed her thumb over the edge of a photo, her hair falling over her shoulder." Jaxson?" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.I stopped near the door. "Yeah?""Don't go far."The request hit me square in the chest. It wasn't forgiveness. It wasn't an invitation. But it was a thread, and right now, I’d hold onto whatever thread she gave me."I'm
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