“Do you like him?”
The question stayed suspended between silence and static.
Jayda stood alone outside the police station while vehicles continuously passed behind her, headlights reflecting faintly against the damp pavement left by the rain.
Her grip around the phone slowly tightened.
Across the parking lot, Damek leaned against Gon’s car with one hand inside his pocket while speaking quietly to Gon.
Unaware.
Or maybe pretending to be unaware.
The afternoon wind lightly moved his dark hair while the gray sky above Hudson threatened another rain.
And somehow—
Seeing him there made Faris’ question harder to answer.
Not easier.
“Jayda.”
Faris’ voice sounded quieter this time.
More tired.
Not angry anymore.
That somehow hurt worse.
Jayda slowly looked away from Damek.
“I don’
