Scars of the Unloved

(Neva’s POV)

I chewed on the end of my pen again, letting my eyes drift from the blank screen back to the open notebook on my desk.

The initial plan was to sketch and design for a new collection but my mind was still roaming.

I sighed and let the pen drop. My fingers rubbed my temple gently as I closed my eyes.

One of the many things I couldn't forget after the wedding was Jaxon’s eyes…

That empty