Ethan
The day after the arrest, I wake up before dawn, striding into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and rouse my exhausted brain. It’s still dark out, but when I exit my bedroom I can see the lights are already on down the hall. When I reach the living room I find Jane curled up in the window seat, wide awake and staring out at the waking city.
Frowning deeply, I move to her side, my concern growing when she doesn’t seem to detect my presence. She’s completely lost in her thoughts, and when I reach out to touch her shoulder, she jerks away from me as if she’s been electrocuted.
“Easy, Jane.” I shush her softly, “It’s only me.”
Her wide eyes relax slightly, a heavy sigh expelling from her lungs. However she doesn’t relax completely, her muscles are still wound tight as a spring,
