Cassie's POV.
I sat in Nathan's car, my hands folded on my lap as the city passed in blurred stretches outside the window. Turning slightly, I thanked him for joining me to the police station despite his busy schedule. He only shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting as if it was hardly anything worth thanking him for.
"You don't need to thank me for that," he said lightly. "Besides, Sandy would have come with you if she hadn’t been stuck at the theater."
"Yeah…" I breathed, sinking back into the passenger seat and staring at the road ahead. My chest felt a little heavier. "I know I've been taking so much of her time lately. She hardly gets to focus on her theater stuff because of me."
Nathan’s hand shifted, brushing over mine, and then he held it firmly. His voice dropped into a tone
