Jax had been awake since before sunrise. The phone sat on the nightstand face-up, screen dark, but he kept reaching for it every few minutes anyway. The message he never meant to send was still sitting there, delivered and unanswered. Gerald appeared in the doorway with two mugs. He set one on the table near the bed and stayed standing. “You’ve checked that phone six times since I came upstairs,” he said. “What’s going on?” Jax didn’t look at him. “Nothing.” “Try again.” Jax’s jaw flexed. He picked up the phone, locked it, then unlocked it again like the action might change something. “I sent Ethan a message last night.” Gerald raised an eyebrow. “On purpose?” “No.” Jax’s voice was tight. “I typed it, deleted it. Went downstairs for water and when I came back it was sent.” “What did it say?” Jax hesitated, then muttered, “I asked about his leg, properly. Not the surface version.” Gerald was quiet for a second. “And?” “He hasn’t answered.” Before Gerald could rep
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