Jack's POV
"What happened?" Lianne asked, her voice laced with concern as she leaned forward, studying my face carefully.
I ran a hand through my hair and let out a heavy breath. "I asked one of the staff at her café. He said Charlotte hasn't been back since the last time she left for Paris." My voice cracked slightly at the end, and I hated how defeated I sounded.
I thought I had moved on. I convinced myself that what happened between us in Paris was just a moment — a fleeting, bittersweet memory I could bury. But the truth was, I couldn't let her go. No matter how hard I tried, she haunted me.
Lianne shook her head slowly, sympathy shining in her eyes. "It only means one thing," she said. "She's hiding again."
I pressed my lips into a hard line, feeling the sting of her words — because I knew she was right. Charlotte always ran when things got too real, too painful.
