The cold seemed to seep in from around the edges of the hardened light of their perception. The realization of what they had done hung over them. When they finally broke, she looked up again, her eyes brimming with moisture. “I'm sorry,” Jack verbally stumbled. “My fault.”
“Don't make it worse,” she said, pulling her hand free and turning away. “Please. Don't ever tell Thomas.” There was just the slightest hint of pleading.
“Yes, but...”
“Leave it,” the strength returned to her voice. “This is between us. Me and you. No one else need ever know.”
“Yes. Of course,” Jack replied, backing down and passing her shirt across, “Get dressed. I'll take you home.”
The drive back was quiet. They hadn't eaten and Jack pulled into a convenience store for sandwiches and coffee. They ate in the car.
