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Fucking fucking fuck. Jess waited until she was safely back in her own home. Safe from his ears. She made sure Malcolm was asleep and cried. Sobbed.
She couldn't go back. She had felt... safe.
Safety was a trap. Always. But it was Matt. Matt Murdock: walking contradiction.
She shouldn't have looked at his face as she left. His broken, crumpled face. It made it worse.
But if Jess had a rule, it was to follow her gut. And her gut's one rule was to never trust safety.
She didn't answer his calls- couldn't
Because she was a damn coward.