Chapter 17
If Jamie could make a wish right now, he'd probably choose to be reincarnated into a story where the plot was as predictable as a well-worn book, sparing him the consequences of his turbulent life.
He trudged home in a storm of frustration, each bruise and cut on his body a searing reminder of the chaos he had just endured. The last thing he wanted was to face his mother, but there was no avoiding it.
The female guard's eyes flickered with a mix of sternness and sympathy as she escorted him to his mother's room. Despite her professional demeanor, she couldn't hide her concern for Jamie's battered state.
