Jasper's POV
It's evening, if I was in the Bahamas on a beach maybe I would even see a sunset, red brake lights stretching down Old Trafford road like a never-ending stream . I became very impatient but my mind wasn't really on the road anyway. It was on Belle.
It always seemed to be on her lately.
She'd been fragile since that day in the house, when Talia had shown up uninvited and shattered the calm we were slowly building. I could still see it clearly the way Belle's voice cracked, sharp and panicked, as though seeing Talia wasn't just uncomfortable but terrifying. I'd never seen her react like that to anyone before.
It left me unsettled.
The horns of impatient drivers jerked me out of my thoughts, and I pressed lightly on the accelerator as the car inched forward. Another stoplight. Another pause. My hand drummed against the steering wheel, restless.
