Distance

Jaxon’s POV

The first thing I noticed was how empty the room felt.

She was there, across the space, sitting by the window, the late afternoon sun gilding her dark hair in molten gold, but it was like looking at a ghost.

Elvira. Mine. Or at least, she used to be.

I watched her from the doorway, unnoticed. She had become so good at not seeing me.

Her fingers toyed with the edge of a book she wasn’t reading, her gaze fixed on the ground beneath her. I wondered what she saw out there that kept her anchored, because it sure as hell wasn’t me.

It hadn’t been me...