I swear I noticed a moment of hesitancy in his eyes.
But he expressed his desire for it with yet another kind gesture.
"Is something wrong, Lana? Hmm?"
"Jason, how did he die?" I persisted in getting a response.
He sighed and said, "Lana." exhaling deeply. He puts his hands on my shoulders and makes sure I look into his eyes. "Lana, pay attention to me. When will you finally let him go—fifteen years was a very long time—?"
After his statement, I quickly regretted being petty in an unidentified flash of memory. I'm probably still sick from the encounter last night. I start questioning my mental health at this moment. What's wrong with me anyway...?
Running away from his gaze, I sighed in despair. "I probably..."
Buzzzzz... buzz...
The vibrating of my smartphone tore off our conver
