Rose swallowed. Her throat moved slowly like speaking was painful. She stared at the blanket for a moment, then at him. Her eyes finally focused.
“Jessica,” she whispered.
Lucas froze. “What?”
“Jessica,” Rose repeated, her voice shaking. “She—she was there. Inside the warehouse.”
Lucas blinked, thinking he misheard. “Jessica?” he repeated sharply, disbelief heavy in his tone. “Jessica as in… JessicaJessica?”
Rose nodded. “Yes.”
For a moment, Lucas didn’t move. His jaw tightened. His brows slowly pulled together until his whole face changed into something darker, angrier.
“What do you mean she was there?” he asked quietly, though the quietness came from control, not calmness.
Rose’s lips trembled. “She came inside. She looked at me like… like I disgusted her. She made fun of me, Luc
