Chapter 6

“Thank you,” Jane said shyly, and sullenly as they got to the door of her room.

“It's nothing,” he said firmly. “You've said more thank you's than you've actually had a normal conversation with me,” he pointed out.

A smile tugged at her lips. But it was a dry, sad and lonely one.

“Go on ahead, get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow,” Caleb said. “Goodnight.”

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it the moment she saw him walking down but his aura lingered. She slowly turned away and swiped her card.

The moment she was in her room, she kicked off her shoes and threw herself on the bed, wondering how people who cut you deeply when you weren't watching were the same ones who treated your wounds. Because they knew just how to break you and fix you.

As she took off her clothes, a part of her wished she could be in her fathers arms now and sob in his chest and tell him he was right. She wished she had listened to him back then but the damage ha