JASMINE'S POV
My car screeched into Sophia's driveway twenty minutes later, tires kicking up gravel like dust from the past I couldn't outrun.
I barely had the engine off before I was out, slamming the door and sprinting through the pouring rain. My fists pounded against her front door so hard I thought the hinges might come off.
She yanked it open almost immediately. "Jazz?!"
I must've looked insane—barefoot, in soaked shorts and a thin T-shirt, hair plastered to my skin, trembling like a ghost. Her eyes widened, scanning me for injuries.
"What the hell—what happened?"
I tried to speak, but no words came out. I just shook my head, my breath catching painfully in my chest.
"I… I didn't know where else to go."
Sophia didn't hesitate.
She grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The warmth of her apartment wrapped around me like a second skin, but it did nothing to melt the ice in my bones.
