I wandered toward the window and gazed outside. Tree branches blocked most of my view, but the sun shone through, and I pressed my hand to the glass, longing to feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
Sitting on the small bench, I tucked my knees to my chest and rested my head on the window. From this angle, I could see a small part of what appeared to be a pond, or maybe it was a lake. I had no idea, but the stillness of the water helped calm me. And it reminded me of the pond Jax had shown me.
I closed my eyes, recalling every smell and sound, remembering the way he'd looked at me. It was the way Trent always looked at me. I missed Trent so much. I couldn't imagine how he must be feeling. Lonely. Scared. Angry. I could picture him pacing, worrying if I was safe, or alive.