“Probably.” She smiled. “But if it’s empty, then we’ll know you were right. And if it’s not…” She leaned closer, her forehead nearly touching his. “Then we’ll know the story is real.”
Inside, there was nothing but a bare wooden wall and a single, dusty coat hanger. coco lovelock jax
He laughed once, a broken, breathy sound. “You’re insane.” “Probably
Here’s a short story draft featuring and Jax — two characters with dynamic, contrasting energy. Title: The Last Stop Before Midnight dusty coat hanger. He laughed once