Jack’s POV
Jennifer disappeared inside the small stationary shop, the little bell above the door chiming as it closed behind her. I leaned against the truck, arms folded, and tried not to think too hard.
I didn’t follow her. Didn’t question her either. If she needed notebooks and pens, she could have them. Everyone needed something to keep their hands busy, to keep their thoughts from circling themselves raw.
So I waited. Quietly. Patiently.
The minutes stretched, filled only with the hum of cars rolling down the road and the occasional shout from a vendor. My mind should’ve been empty. It wasn’t. It hadn’t been since she asked me that damn question.
If you ever did… what would you get?
And my mouth, my traitorous jaw, had said it before I could stop myself. A falling swan.
Why? Why
