Jack felt the need to break the awkward silence that was occasionally interrupted by sniffles and soft hiccups.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
Lacey stared out the window. "Not right now. I'm still trying to process," she said, dabbing her eyes dry.
"That's completely understandable," Jack said, pausing slightly, glancing in his rearview mirror before continuing. "I'm here to listen whenever you're ready," he added, checking the mirror again.
"Nana told me something that I thought you might find interesting," Jack said, trying to keep the conversation going. "There is a werecat community up in the mountains. One of Nana's longtime friends started it, and now his son Rip, or was it Kip?" Jack paused, trying to remember. "He's the one running it n
