“You mean his lawyer?” I scoffed, my voice dripping with frustration. I still couldn’t shake the sting of it. “I can’t believe you chose to take his help over mine.”
Her fork clinked softly against her plate as she set it down, her eyes locking with mine. For a long moment, we just stared at each other, both of us seemingly trying to read the other’s thoughts—although, with the distance between us, it felt like we were failing miserably.
“Can we not do this right now, Xander?” she finally asked, her voice small, almost pleading. “The good thing is, we’ve found the culprit, and soon all of this will be behind us.”
I chuckled, though it was humorless, empty. I reached for my glass and refilled it, lifting it to my nose to inhale the scent of the wine, letting it linger for a moment before
