Jack's POV
I pushed the door open slowly, afraid of what I'd find.
And there she was.
My girl. Curled up on that tiny, narrow cot in Ryder's storage-room prison. She was swallowed by a flannel shirt that wasn't mine, her hair fanned out on a thin pillow. She was fast asleep, her breathing even.
I just stood there and watched her.
Was she here because she was scared? Or was it something else? Was there a tiny, secret part of her that was still in love with him? The thought was excruciating. Knowing that I might have pushed her right into the man she fought tooth and nail to be free from was... excruciating.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I crossed the small space and sat carefully on the edge of the cot. The old springs creaked softly. She didn't wake.
