The four of them sat there for quite some time, none of them daring to break the silence. They exchanged glances, their expressions heavy with unspoken thoughts, but no one made the first move.
Finally, Avey gathered the courage to speak. Her voice was low, trembling slightly, as though she feared the weight of her own words.
"How's Lucy?" she asked, her eyes flickering downward. Her hands trembled in her lap. The last few days had been a nightmare for her, and she barely had the strength to look up.
Jimmy's jaw tightened. He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he let out a slow, measured breath, as though forcing himself to stay composed. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold, edged with restrained anger.
"Leave him be, will you? Why are you trying to torture him like this?" he shot back, his tone more of an accusation than a question.
Avey flinched, but Jimmy didn't stop.
