What had his behaviour been about? Was he just acting or did he mean all he said?
Claire thought as her gaze followed Alex as he disappeared into the station, her thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety, confusion and determination.
As she stood there, the memory of her earlier conversation with Jake resurfaced, sharp and vivid, like she was back in that suffocating room with him, listening to everything he was saying all over again.
The fluorescent light overhead buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow over the small visitation room.
Jake sat slumped in the chair, his head bowed and hands cuffed in front of him. He looked smaller than she'd ever seen him—defeated, and fragile.
