Jason’s POV

Diane has been a ghost in her own home since the witness died, and I hate the hollow ache it leaves in my chest. I find her by the pool after searching the whole house for her. Her feet are dangling in the cool depths, her gaze lost in the vast, empty sky. She looks so small, so breakable, and it does something violent to my insides.

I sit beside her and she offers a smile that doesn't reach her eyes before turning back to the stars.

"What are we thinking about?" I ask, my voice softer than I intend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to sit here." Bullshit....