"Hey, Chloe. Easy. It's me."
"Trent." I collapsed against him. "Get me out of here. Please. I don't care where we go, but I can't stay here."
Without a single question, he put me in his truck and drove me straight to his house. By the time we arrived, I finally stopped crying long enough to tell him what had happened, although I didn't really have to - he'd stuck around and heard everything. He put his arm around me and guided me toward his house.
Jax stepped out onto the porch, arms crossed. "What's she doing here?"
I stared at him, mouth agape. He hadn't cared that I was here earlier. Why was it an issue now?
"Not now, Jax," Trent warned.
His tone sent chills through me. I shivered and leaned into his side. How had such a great day gone so horribly wrong? I just wanted everything to go back to the way it was yesterday when I was happy and fatherless.