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.

herself, only to learn her son had lied for Sheila and her husband had run himself

tightened

unsteady. Her eyes were vacant and unfocused as she drifted

Why did she suddenly look so hollow, as if all the life had

looked like a shell, a shadow moving through

into

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

space. The

sight of Timothy trailing after Jessica, whose face was drained

"Timothy," Yates called out.

them both, walking past like they

kept his gaze

wife's not herself,"

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

lopsided smile. "So she's not just an afterthought to

Timothy's reply

mother. That's as real as it

that's not how people talk

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