EDEN'S POV
Janice won't answer me.
Not directly, not completely and not in any way that gives me the certainty I'm looking for, but at some point her silence stopped feeling like avoidance and started feeling like an answer all on its own.
The problem is that silence doesn't tell me what to do next.
For weeks I've been chasing pieces of a puzzle that nobody wants me to finish.
Now I'm tired.
Tired of questions.
Tired of half-truths.
Tired of feeling like everyone knows something except me.
By the time I arrive at the hotel that morning, one realization has settled firmly inside my chest.
This isn't curiosity anymore, it stopped being curiosity a long time ago.
Jack's age, the drawings, the notebook, the missing father and the medical file.
Janice's panic every time I get too c
