Chapter 233

Jenna paced the small bedroom, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her sneakers made soft, aimless sounds against the carpet as she walked in slow, restless loops. She’d changed out of the torn, smoke-stained clothes from the wreck into clean denim jeans and a plain T-shirt. The fabric felt stiff against her skin, but still, it was better than sitting around in her clothes after what happened.