The night breeze swept through Harmonfield as Jack and Sarah stepped into the LaFerrari, the weight of what had just unfolded still settling in the air like dust after a demolition.
Neither of them spoke for the first few minutes.
Then Sarah broke the silence. “There’s an alumni gala at Crestmont University tomorrow night. I was going to skip, but… I want you to come.”
Jack raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. “Isn’t that your old Ivy League place?”
She nodded. “Very formal. Very elite. Very snobbish.”
“Sounds like my kind of crowd,” he muttered, smirking.
“You’ll love it,” she said, half-laughing. “Ryan’s coming too. Apparently bringing a… plus one.”
Jack didn’t miss the tone in her voice.
“Emily?”
Sarah shrugged. “It’s all over the group chat. They’re not subtle. He wants to show
