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 her husband had run himself ragged for

ache tightened

her steps unsteady. Her eyes were vacant and unfocused as she drifted back toward

chances. Why did she suddenly look so hollow, as if all the

a shell, a shadow

stepped into

followed, his lips pressed into a thin, tense line, his eyes

space. The air

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

"Timothy," Yates called out.

them both, walking past like

kept his gaze locked

herself," Yates remarked

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

smile. "So she's

reply was clipped.

as it gets-she'll never be

saying, that's not how people talk about you

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