In the front seat of Gerald’s car, Zoey leaned back on the chair, staring into thin air and pondering everything that had happened back in Chief Lloyd’s office.
Gerald took the driver’s seat, fingers tightly gripping the steering. They’ve been on the road for a while now, but none of them has said a word to each other.
Nothing went as planned. After Zoey’s comment, Lloyd sent them away, demanding to think on it. They were both left in awe, wondering what the chief’s decision would be at the end.
“Are you really going through with it,” Gerald’s voice broke the silence.
Zoey blinked, she turned to him.
“What you said about confessing to the public,” Gerald explained. “Are you really going to tell them the truth about your father?”
Zoey’s chest burned. “I don’t know.”
“Zoey don’t,” Ger
