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

ache tightened in her

away, her steps unsteady. Her eyes were vacant

puzzled. If she wanted to see Ines, there would be plenty of chances. Why did she suddenly look so hollow, as if all the life had been drained out of

shell, a shadow moving through

into

his lips pressed into a thin,

swallowed the small space. The air between them was brittle

He caught sight of Timothy trailing after Jessica,

"Timothy," Yates called out.

them both, walking past like

gaze locked on Jessica's retreating

wife's not herself," Yates remarked

you thought telling me was worth wasting my time?" Timothy's voice was calm, but an icy edge

she's not just

she was?" Timothy's reply was clipped.

as real as it gets-she'll never be irrelevant

not how people

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