Chapter 50

Jordan's POV

I rolled my tongue over my lips and stared at the closed door. Solana left in anger and I sucked my breath as I realized what I did. I remembered her face. Her face showed pain and disappointment. My lips parted as I recalled how she said the last words she threw at me. She sounds so… f-ck!

I messed up my hair and rushed out to follow her. I almost tripped on the stairs in combined rushed and anger. When I saw her walking along the sidewalk, I followed her silently.

Where is she going? I bit my bottom lip as I watched her walk. Her steps are heavy as if it's so hard for her to carry herself. I swallowed hard, realizing how stupid I was to throw hurtful words at her when she's obviously tired. I saw it in her eyes. She's tired, but she still cooked our breakfast. I cursed under my breath.

My forehead creased when I realized she entered a pawnshop. I clenched my jaws. Did she really sell the ring?

I walked closer not to show up, but to hear what her intention was. I wanna k