Chapter 4

Scarlett POV

It was late at night by the time I finished packing.

The suitcase was light, barely half full.

It turned out that after five years of living here, I had so little I could take with me.

I pushed the suitcase to the back of the walk-in closet and covered it with some old coats.

Just as I straightened up, the bedroom door opened.

Jackson walked in.

He'd just showered, carrying the scent of body wash mixed with a faint tobacco smell.

That was the brand of cigarettes Phoebe had given him.

He didn't even glance at me,…