Second Chance At Love
Jake cleared his throat, darting a glance at Warren.
“You know, I… feel bad for her,” he said, a little hesitant but loud enough to break through the silence, “Cassie, I mean. Little Cam… died in her arms.”
Warren nudged Jake hard, his glare sharp, a warning without words. His eyes met mine briefly, then flicked back to Jake, urging him to shut up. Jake met my gaze for a split second, then took a long drink. The tension grew thicker, and I let it.
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