Chapter 57
- Jack's POV
- The apartment was quiet, but the kind of quiet that pressed against my chest, heavy and suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the hardwood floor as if it could give me answers to questions I didn't even know how to ask.
- Behind me, Anastasia was moving around, her voice soft but persistent. "Jack, you can't keep doing this. You can't keep shutting me out."