CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVEN IGNITE

JADE’S POV It's all coming back to me faster than it should, like a tsunami determined to destroy everything in its wake, so I shut my eyes even tighter to calm myself. It all stops abruptly, and I'm now left to pick up the pieces that are turning into dust and dissipating like they never existed. I piece together the first part, which is dinner. It wasn't hard to recall since I already had an idea of what we would be discussing—him, me, and any other random thing that popped up in the course of our R-rated therapy session. After all this time, I finally had the opportunity to explain all the things I'd been keeping to myself. I didn't go into detail because they could be implicating, so it was best if not many people knew about them for their own safety. They were very understanding, and I appreciated that. It felt like a weight that had been smothering me was lifted to the left a bit so I wouldn't die from the pain immediately, but I couldn't complain since I wasn't being entir