THE NIGHT air was thick inside the dim garage, but warm from the lingering heat of engines that had worked through the day. Jeremiah stood with his hands braced on the metal workbench, jaw tight as the phone’s screen replayed the grainy footage for the third time. Shadows flickered over his face from the hanging lamp above, a harsh contrast against the storm brewing in his eyes.
Behind him, footsteps approached. Light, careful, familiar.
“Jeremiah,” Lily said quietly.
He didn’t turn right away. “Ronan told you?”
“He didn’t have to,” she answered. “You’ve been in here since the video surfaced. Everyone knows what that means.”
He finally lifted his gaze to her. Lily looked smaller in the muted glow, her hair tied loosely, cheeks touched with the faintest color from the cold outside. She
