Chapter 32

• LOVETH’S POV
• The days after Jackson’s death had been unbearable. I tried to cling to some semblance of normalcy, but the weight of his brutal end consumed me. His image haunted my dreams—sometimes whole, sometimes headless—and each time, I woke up drenched in sweat, heart pounding. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to remember. But the horrific memory of that day was carved into my mind, impossible to erase.
• I scrubbed the floors methodically, my hands working on autopilot as my thoughts spiraled. Once I was done, I gathered my supplies and headed downstairs. The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs didn’t faze me. Normally, I would have hurried to avoid an encounter, but today I didn’t care. Let them see me. Let them be upset.