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“What’s this girl’s name?” I ask.
“Lena,” Brett replies.
“I’ll keep Lena in my prayers tonight for having to put up with you.” I laugh.
There’s a pause before Harley and Brett break into surprised laughter. They aren’t used to me joining in with them now. I can’t remember the last time I cracked a joke.
“How are you doing, Rose?” Harley’s voice softens. “Are you… are you happy there? We miss you.”
“I’m…”
I glance up at my office doorway as something dark catches my eye. Dax walks past with Logan, on the way to his office. He looks straight at me as he passes, his eyes burning into mine. I can’t bring myself to smile or nod or acknowledge him in any way. I just stare back until they pass.
“The people are nice. Especially Jasmin. You guys would love her. Casey would too.”
“Have you spoken to Casey in the last couple of days?” Harley’s voice is quiet, and I strain to hear her.
“Not since the day before yesterday. Why?”
“Oh… well, it’s…” Harley fumbles.
My skin prickles. Casey and I talk every day. But when I tried to call her after getting in last night, her phone went to voicemail. And she hasn’t texted me back today.
“Has something happened?” Coldness creeps over me, turning my stomach. The same way it did when the cops turned up on our doorstep that day and asked if we were Brett Jacobs’ family.
“She’s fine, she’s fine,” Harley says. “It’s just… we found out something. She said she would tell you herself. She swore she would.”
“What?” The coldness drops another degree until pain joins it, twisting my stomach inside out.
“She was…” Harley starts and then stops.
“She was the other woman,” Brett says matter-of-factly.
“What are you talking about?” I sit forward on the edge of my seat.
“The guy who knocked down Brett, the one who was speeding home to his wife,” Harley whispers. “Casey was the one who—”
No.
“No!”
“I’m so sorry, Rose.”
“You’re wrong.”
“We’re not.” Brett sighs. “We’re not, Sis. We wouldn’t tell you unless we knew for certain.”
“She is my best friend,” I hiss. “Why are you lying?”
“We’re not. I wish we were,” Harley says, her voice wobbling.
“What even…?” I screw my face up, my hand flying to my mouth.
“She said it was over before that day, before she even knew what he had done,” Brett says.
I shake my head, my ears ringing as I rip my hand away and gulp in air, my chest tight.
No.
