Page 129 of From Hell
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But ultimately, It’s Jaxon’s journey to healing that I’m supporting him through. It’ll work as long as he keeps trying to heal and we keep talking, communicating, and dreaming of a future together.
I don’t say any of this to Nola, not even when she prompts me. “Laine, you still there?”
“I’m here. I don’t accept it, but I understand it.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “As long as you’re safe.”
“I am. Jaxon won’t let anything hurt me.” And strangely, neither will the Ripper. “Stronger Together,” I say softly before I hang up.
I can almost see Nola make the cross with her fingers, so I make it, too, inside my faux fur-lined mitten. And then trudge back inside for my pampering evening with the boys.
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