Was she afraid he’d get bored?

Eric almost laughed. As if he had the mind for such things. Besides, he wasn’t in the mood for idle pastimes. Still, he listened in silence.

Her care for him—meticulous, trivial, tender—felt like a wife fussing over her husband…

And once, she had been his wife. But back then, he hadn’t loved her.

“Hadley…” Emotion stirred in his chest. There was so much he longed to say.

“Yes?” Hadley blinked at him.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Eric shook his head.

Some words simply couldn’t be spoken here and now.

He would wait. Once he was out… and he would get out. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“I just wanted to say… this soup is really good.”

Hadley paused.

Somehow, she sensed that wasn’t what he had meant to say. Did he intend to talk about their past? Perhaps the timing wasn’t right and he stopped himself.

So she didn’t press, only smiled softly.

“Then I’ll make it again for you.”

“Alright.”

“Next time I’ll bring steak.”

“Okay.”

Hadley stepped out of the detention center, her chest tightening as if something heavy sat on it.

“Cristian, have you heard anything new?” Her gaze shifted toward Cristian.

“Nothing yet.” Cristian gave a weary shake of his head.

Hadley frowned, uncertainty creeping into her voice.

“So are we supposed to just let this keep dragging on?”

Cristian’s tone carried no hesitation.

“At this point, yes.”

The truth was that with the evidence in hand, the police already had enough to move the case forward, sending it straight to the prosecutor for trial.

If they followed Cristian’s earlier suggestion and claimed self-defense, they could push it into court immediately.

That step, however, would weaken their stance even further.

Only the Flynn and Scott families’ intervention had kept things from advancing, forcing the police to stall and try to find more evidence.

Everything now depended on the Scotts.

“We can only wait and see if the Scott family brings us something.”

They reached the car door when suddenly—

“Hold on a second…” Hadley straightened and turned toward the corner, spotting Megan quietly waiting there.

She had shown up.

After their last conversation, Hadley had made sure to message her about Eric’s condition from time to time.

“Megan.” Raising her hand, Hadley called out.

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