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.

much courage to fight for herself, only to learn her son had lied for Sheila and her husband had run himself ragged for the same

ache tightened in her

eyes were vacant and unfocused as she drifted back toward

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

a shadow moving through the

into

lips pressed into a thin, tense line,

space.

of Timothy

"Timothy," Yates called out.

both, walking

kept his gaze locked on Jessica's retreating

not herself," Yates remarked

my time?" Timothy's voice was calm, but an icy

lopsided smile. "So she's

reply was clipped. "She gave

as real as it gets-she'll

that's not how people talk about

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