The sad truth is that we’re not together. Maya can do whatever she wants. But I want her to choose me. I want her to be with me. And yet I can’t stop her from being with anyone else, even if it will tear me to pieces.
“Yeah, Finn doesn’t need to know.” JJ’s voice is low and serious. “It’s not fair to sprout that shit on him.”
“Just saying,” Silas murmurs. “Not sure if you wanted to know or not. I don’t know what’s going on between you guys.”
I clench my eyes shut. “I’d rather not hear it.”
“Okay, sorry,” Silas says with a wince.
My stomach aches from this information. It might mean nothing, but at the same time, it might mean something, and I can’t let that thought fester for too long.
I busy myself making tea as JJ approaches at my side. “You okay, brother?”
“Trying to be,” I murmur.
He places a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t overthink it.”
“That’s nearly impossible,” I snort.
“If you need to talk, I’m here.”
I glance at his honest expression. “I know, JJ. Thank you.”
I’ve got a therapy session later today, maybe then I’ll be able to get out all my concerns before it eats me alive.
CHAPTER 27
MAYA BROOKE
The sound of something scraping against my wall jolts me awake. I furiously rub my eyes and blink through the darkness of my bedroom. I pause and wait for the noise again, but all I hear is silence.
When I convince myself I must have been dreaming, I place my head back down onto the pillow and close my heavy eyes. The second I snuggle closer into the duvet, the noise becomes louder.
I sit up once more, heart thundering in my throat. I grab my phone lying on my nightstand and tap the screen to find it’s approaching two in the morning. My brows furrow as I glance over at my closed bedroom door.
Then I’m sure I hear a kick to the front door that has me shaking in sudden fear. Bile rises in my throat. It sounds like someone is outside, trying to barge their way in.
I’ve never had trouble living with Nina, but now I’m all alone with my baby, it immediately makes me panic. Something doesn’t feel right. My stomach flips as I climb out of bed and tiptoe through my bedroom before opening the door.
There’s another large bang that makes me jolt and release a low shriek. I don’t hesitate to call the police. With shaky hands, I walk towards the kitchen and grab the largest knife I can find.I’m not much of a fighter, but I’ll protect what’s mine without a second thought. Skye is my everything, and if anyone dares to try and hurt her, I’d kill them.
That’s a mother’s instinct.
My throat burns when another kick to the front door makes it sound like it’s about to snap off its hinges. Tears sting my eyes as I shiver uncontrollably.
“Hello, what emergency service do you require?”
“Police,” I pant. “I need the police here now.”
“Connecting you.”
I nearly cry when I’m transferred over, and then I hear the line cut.
“What’s your emergency?”
“Someone is trying to break into my house,” I whisper as tears leak down my face.
“What’s the address?”
