Jake didn't know how long he'd been driving after he left his parent's house. He looked ahead of him, driving and trying to concentrate, but all he could see were fragments of everything that had just happened. Evelyn's tears. Charles's face. Raymond's voice screaming You lied!
He ran a hand through his hair, the air thick and unmoving. His chest ached, his mind screamed for quiet but there was none. Just the hollow, ringing silence of a truth too heavy to carry.
He wasn't Jake Stone. Not really. Not by blood neither by birth. And the most ridiculous thing was that he didn't even know who he was. Not anymore.
He slowed down as he reached a familiar street, his eyes landing on the small, warm-lit apartment he'd been to a handful of times before.
Jake didn't remember how he got to Chloe's apartment.
