Chapter 31

** Paige’s POV ** I don’t remember most of the walk home. Ryder had shown Jax interesting things in the woods. A rabbit burrow and mushrooms that he should never touch, while Jaxon chattered about his bath toys and how many trucks he can fit in his backpack. I had barely taken half their conversations in because my head was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere between Callen and Remy. It’s replaying the way Remy tilted his face to the sun and let himself be kissed like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I swallow down the lump in my throat as we walk up the path to my door. The house looks the same, small and warm and familiar, but today it feels like a hiding place. Or a cage… maybe both. Jaxon bolts inside as soon as I unlock the door, flinging his shoes off and yelling, “I’m getting the red truck!” over his shoulder. Ryder follows him in with a laugh, and I trail after, slower. I should feel comfortable here. This is my space. But it’s not the escape I’d thought, because I can’t