Jason’s POV
The light in the living room was on when I got home, but the curtains were drawn. I stood there at the door for a moment, gathering myself, trying to figure out what to say. How could I explain what she thought she saw?
I stepped inside, calling out softly. “Cara?” I called, looking around.
I found her in the kitchen, standing by the sink, staring into nothing at all. Her arms were crossed tightly around herself, her body stiff as if she were bracing herself.
“Cara,” I said again, my voice quieter now, more cautious so that I wouldn’t startle her.
She turned around, and the look in her eyes gutted me. It wasn’t anger like I was expecting. No… it was worse. It was doubt.
“What do you want, Jason?” she asked, her voice sounding shaky and hollow.
“I want to talk,” I said,
