Chapter 59: Transformation, Part 1

"Your house is amazing," I said to Trent.

He'd given me a full tour, including the rooms in the basement his father had closed up years ago. Most of them were bedrooms void of furniture, except for the room that appeared to have been an office or library at one time. And then there was the room where they'd kept Hannah locked up.

A shiver wiggled down my spine when we stepped into the room. A mattress and box spring sat in the corner, complete with brightly colored blankets and fluffy pillows. Matching white furniture - dresser, nightstand, vanity, and a desk - was arranged neatly in the room. It was clean and well-kept - strong evidence that Jax still loved her and missed her. My heart ached for his loss. Losing Mom had the power to destroy me, but to have heightened emotions and lose the love of my life? I hugged myself, fighting off a sudden chill.