Jax's POV

Ivy and I sat on the porch, watching the world go by. The summer breeze rustled through the trees, but the atmosphere between us was heavy with sadness. It had been months now since we found out about Bianca's dementia, and each day felt like a constant battle against time.

Ivy's furrowed brow and distant gaze reflected the burden she carried. It tore me apart to see her like this. I couldn't help but put myself in her shoes, imagining how it would feel if my own father, Dan, was the one suffering from dementia. The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine and it wasn't like...