Apologize?
That stopped him in his tracks. Jared frowned, stepping closer to her, the tension in his shoulders shifting into something heavier. "Did you not sleep the whole night?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Jerica's gaze dropped to her lap. She felt the weight of his concern, and it only deepened the guilt gnawing at her. She had stayed up, not just fretting over what she had done, but also wrestling with the truths she had uncovered.
"I did something behind your back," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jared's expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he schooled it into calm. "What did you do?"
