“Then why do I feel like there is something you are not telling me?” Jenna asked gently as her eyes narrowed as she studied Venice’s face.
Venice bit her lip and glanced down as she nervously played with her fingers. “It’s… it’s not that, Jenna. I just… didn’t want to cross the line. You have told me before not to interfere too much, and I didn’t want to overstep,” she murmured. “You have so much on your plate already, and I thought maybe this was something I could handle on my own.”
Jenna tilted her head as she was not fully convinced. She had warned her not to put her nose in her relationship with Marcel; what did this have to do with the accident?
“I understand you want to respect boundaries, Venice, but if there is something important I need to know, I don’t want you to hold back i
