"Mr. King" the jailer nodded, letting them both know that the man they had taken permission to talk to, was here. Dressed in orange, he came forward, scowling at Thomas.
Thomas looked at Aria and she didn't move. "He's real. He's here. In front of your eyes" he told her. She barely nodded. "Look again" he said, knowing her eyes never left the man behind the bars. "He seems very much alive, don't you think?" he whispered.
"Let's go" she said, not waiting for Thomas as she walked briskly out. When he came out, she had wrapped her arms around herself. The drive home was pure torture for Aria. She wanted to tell Thomas she was sorry, though she didn't know why. She did trust him before as well. She didn't want to think about it anymore. And though he knew she wanted to speak to him, he
