“This is the eighth floor. If you jump and nothing interrupts your fall, you might not even die. But if you’re lucky enough to die on the spot, just know—it has absolutely nothing to do with Linda. I’ll be the key witness to the whole thing,”

Jim’s voice was cold and sharp as he spoke, his pupils slightly narrowing. His icy tone was cut like a blade.

I had never seen this side of Jim before. Usually calm and composed, he was terrified when he turned cold. And his understanding of human nature—he saw through everything. I didn’t know how he figured out Clarie wasn’t truly determined to die. But...