[7]

Throughout her life, Jane had never dared to take such bold action. But what else could she do when she felt cornered? The only thing that came to mind was stepping into this place. Previously shocking someone she contacted.

Her only hope: not to encounter Austin on the floor she was about to head to now.

It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since it happened to her. All the conversations and the extra beating of her heart along with her brain digesting what she had experienced. That memory kept echoing, beyond her control.

"I don't know who else to ask for help," Jane says, half desperate. She massages her temples until they ache. She's lost count of how many times she's paced around the small living room of her old house.

Coming from the Don William family, there was only one most comforting place to return to. This well-maintained broken white painted house. All her furniture covered in white dusty sheets, but luckily nothing was damaged. Occasionally