Timothy's handsome face was set in a cool, unreadable expression, a faint trace of confusion between his brows. “Did you need something here?” he asked.

Jessica replied in sign language, her gestures sharp and direct. "Yes. Move aside."

Timothy took his hand off the elevator's button panel and stepped back.

Jessica pressed the button for the 18th floor.

When the elevator doors slid open, she stepped inside without looking at him. Timothy followed her in.

She stood ramrod straight, as if he didn't exist.

The elevator reached the 18th floor. Jessica strode out, making her way quickly to suite 1808. The room was empty save for a server clearing away dishes.

Her brows knitted, and the light in her eyes dulled.

Timothy raised an eyebrow.

"This was where we just had dinner," he said. "Ines was here too. Are you looking for her?"

His words confirmed what Jessica had already suspected-he'd come here tonight with Sheila to meet Mr. Smith.

her son had lied for Sheila and

ache tightened in her

turned away, her steps unsteady. Her eyes were vacant and unfocused as she

Ines, there would be plenty of chances. Why did she suddenly look so hollow, as if all the

looked like a shell, a shadow moving through

into the

thin, tense line, his eyes dark

silence swallowed the small space. The air between

waiting near the entrance, smoking. He caught sight of Timothy trailing after Jessica, whose face was

"Timothy," Yates called out.

them both, walking past like

kept his gaze

herself," Yates

telling me was worth wasting my time?" Timothy's

"So she's not

I ever say she was?" Timothy's reply was clipped.

real as it gets-she'll never

"Just saying, that's not

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