MIREYA POV
Morning light slipped through the tall windows, warming my face. I blinked slowly, my body stiff and sore as the memories of yesterday rushed back… the fight, the pain, Jax's room.
For a moment I lay still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. Then something beside the pillow caught my eye.
A folded piece of paper.
Frowning, I reached for it carefully, wincing as my ribs protested.
I unfolded the note.
The handwriting was sharp and precise.
Dead wife.. You can go back to your room now.
Try to be careful not to burst your stitches.
I stared at the words for a long moment.
He had the nerve after keeping me hostage
My fingers tightened slightly around the paper. I glanced around the room. The couch where he had slept was empty now, the blanket neatly folded as if no one had ever been there.
He was already gone.
Of course he was.
