Page 168 of The Broken Keys

Callum:Promise?

Me:Yes, but only if you’re home before seven.

Callum:I’ll do my best.

“Livianna?” A low, velvety voice curls around me.

I turn to find Jaxon approaching me. “Oh, it’s only you.”

He raises his brows. “That’s a frosty reception.”

“I apologize. I’ve had a splitting headache all day.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No.” I fidget with my phone to find the ride service app. “I’m just waiting for a car to pick me up.”

“Isn’t Cash coming to get you?”

“No, he got held up at work.”

“Let me take you home.” He points to a black sedan waiting at the curb. “It’s no trouble.”

I consider his offer as I take out two more painkillers. I slam them down with a sip from my water bottle.

His gaze sharpens in on me. “Are you having…?”

“Am I having what?”

“You just took something. Is something wrong?”

I shake the bottle. “Give my brain twenty minutes for these little magical workers to hit and I’ll be fine.”

The color drains from his face, and I get the distinct feeling I’ve done something concerning. I hold his wary stare, not wanting to give an inch. If he’s bothered by something, he needs to come right out and say it.

“Something you want to say, Jaxon?”

Chapter Thirty-Four

CALLUM/CASH

Now

Secret Sessions & Unworthy Woes

When my tortured thoughts take over, and I don’t know how much more I can handle.

Iflip my therapist’s fidget spinner through my fingers. “I should be grateful and moving on like everyone else is, but I can’t let this feeling go.”

“What feeling is that?” Sloane Mercer can be infuriating but she’s the best therapist in the music industry. She came highly recommended.

“That the life I’m living is about to slip through my fingers.”

“Tell me why you’re thinking this way.”

“You know why.” I slam the toy down on the side table next to me. “Livianna can’t remember important details of her life. I’m hiding things from her she should know.”

“I see.” Sloane writes something down on her digital notepad. “Let’s review this again, shall we?”