A Cryptic Moment
When Jenna returned with his coffee, he finally looked up at her. His eyes were soft, but tired, as though he hadn’t slept in days. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
It was the first time he spoke all day. She gave him an awkward smile, but a sudden, sharp instinct told her that there was something much deeper going on. People didn’t sit still for eight hours unless they were tied to something big.