Two days later, the sea wind hit Jessie’s face like a baptism.
She stood barefoot on the sand, jeans rolled to the knee, the water curling around her ankles. The sky above was bruised with gray clouds, but she didn’t mind. It was beautiful here. Remote. Isolated. Free.
Levi approached from behind, two takeaway coffees in hand.
“Still thinking about the trial?” he asked, handing one to her.
Jessie took a sip, eyes fixed on the horizon. “A little.”
“You haven’t said much since the verdict.”
“Because there’s nothing left to say. We got what we wanted.”
Levi nodded. “And more.”
Jessie smirked slightly. “It’s not my fault they were eager to close every file at once.”
He gave her a sidelong look. “Do you ever feel bad?”
She didn’t answer right away. The waves moved around her feet like
