"Ellen, are you okay?"

The man in front of me sounded anxious, his eyes filled with concern as he gently picked me up.

I buried my head in his chest, numb and unwilling to speak or respond, feeling abandoned by the whole world.

His repeated mistrust had shaken my faith in him.

"Am I just a pawn in your plan?"

My muffled voice came from his arms.

Jamie paused, lowered his head, and gently nuzzled my forehead.

"When you’re rested, I’ll explain everything," he whispered.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of gardenias. He used to carry the smell of sandalwood. Maybe there was no need for explanations...