After dinner that night, I changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. I had homework to do, but I didn't have the energy to work on it, which meant I'd probably get in trouble tomorrow, but I didn't care. Getting detention was the least of my worries.
Rolling onto my side, I tucked my hands under the side of my face and stared at my mother's urn. I'd give anything to be able to talk to her right now, to ask her for advice. Though, I was pretty sure I knew what she'd tell me.
If you love Trent, fight for him, show him how much he means to you.
With a sigh, I flopped over onto my back and gazed up at the ceiling. The only way to get Trent back was to break the bond I shared with Jax, and all I'd been doing was trying to find a way to do that. How else was I supposed to show him how much he meant to me, how much I loved him?