Lucas froze, his lips trembling, voice heavy with disbelief. "Jen… you… you're not joking, right?"
Seizing the moment when his grip loosened, Jenna slammed the taxi door shut and urged the driver, "Please, hurry!"
The car shot forward, leaving Lucas standing there in shock. "Jenna!" he yelled, rushing back to his own car, starting the engine, and tailing the taxi.
Lucas gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to convince himself: Jenna was just teasing; she could never actually be with another man. But unease surged inside him like a rising tide, relentless, pounding at his chest.
The taxi finally stopped outside Oakridge Correctional Facility. Lucas pulled over alongside. Jenna stepped out and stood before the iron gates, waiting expectantly.
Lucas hurried up, throat tight, voice
