Chapter 947

Miles had been sitting in his room alone for what felt like forever. It was too quiet. The longer that silence stretched on, the more uneasy he got. What really freaked him out though—was this gut-deep fear that James might really walk away because of all this. After stewing for a while, for the first time ever, Miles actually felt the urge to stop someone from leaving. He finally pulled himself together, opened the door to talk it out… only to find the living room completely empty. That one second just smacked him straight in the chest with disappointment. He's gone… probably. James's bedroom door was wide open. Miles walked over slowly. Years of self-doubt pretty much guaranteed Beckett was his only real friend. James's room was still a mess—blankets scattered on the bed, his glass from last night still on the table, toiletries untouched... Didn't really look like someone had bolted for good. Miles let out a breath—maybe James just needed space to cool off? Still, it was his place, a