(Angela’s POV)
Jonathan stood first.
After we’d spoken for a while, he offered a faint smile, gave me a small nod, and stepped out into the night with his hands tucked into his jeans pockets.
I watched him walk toward his BMW, the pavement slick and gleaming from the rain. Just before getting in, he turned briefly and gave a quick wave to both Rose and me. Then his taillights flared red as he pulled away, disappearing into the dark.
A few minutes later, after exchanging a few final words with Rose, I slipped into my SUV. John was already at the wheel, engine humming quietly, the AC wrapping the cabin in a crisp, steady manner.
His eyes stayed fixed ahead, calm and focused, never once glancing toward the rear seat, just like he always did when he sensed I was too tired or lost in tho
