Can’t Win Me Back

Days passed.

Everything looked calm on the surface.

Beneath the surface, however, something was brewing.

On the fourth day, a black car pulled up to the police station entrance.

Jason emerged, his face etched with a dark scowl.

He took a deep breath before entering the building.

An officer stood guard outside a visitation room where Nicholas and Jason met.

"Mr. Novak—" Jason began, but Nicholas cut him off. "You don't have to say anything, Mr. Derullere.

1 understand.

I've told the police repeatedly that I acted alone.

No one else is involved.

Regardless of the sentence, I won't appeal." Jason clenched his jaw.

As he hesitated, Nicholas continued, his voice weak, "That being said, before everything is finalized, I'd like to see Mr.

Schmidt one last time.

things I need to

Novak, Mr.

an

you again," Jason said in a

mere mention of Jameson's name

together, his

today with a message from Mr. Schmidt himself." Jason closed the distance between himself and Nicholas, and

crimes, and he believes that you will never get to see the

light of this, you may go

the necessary arrangements

your wife..." He left the

Nicholas's heart plummeted.

crimes and face the consequences, Mr.

unforeseen circumstances." With that, Jason rose

a curt nod before exiting the

alone, his body rigid, eyes burning

him as his faith

exited the police station, his expression

approached his car, his phone pinged with a

Mr. Beckett is aware of your predicament and understands your

he perhaps meet you in private?" Those words were without

this 50-year- old man well up

moment later, he received a message containing a

was somewhere near the