And doing a good thing, she had believed, didn’t require verification. Especially when that good thing would make Jarrett even more grateful and impressed with her.
Lana wasn’t the type who could hide her feelings well, and Niamh could read her thoughts as clearly as if they were written on her face.
“All those years of our friendship… couldn’t stand up to a few sweet nothings from a boyfriend.”
That was what hurt Niamh the most. But she couldn’t bring herself to curse Lana for being so blinded by love. She had been just like that herself once. When you love a man, especially an exceptional one, it’s easy to feel small, to feel the urge to offer him everything you have, all in exchange for a little of his affection.
Niamh let out a heavy sigh and pulled a tissue from her purse, handing it to Lana. “Alright, stop crying… It’s getting late. You should go home.”
After saying that, Niamh pulled open her car door and got in. The white BMW sped off, leaving Lana in its dust. Wiping her tears with the tissue, Lana took out her phone and tried to call Jarrett again.
“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service.”
Even though Officer Blake had already made it clear, she couldn’t let it go. No matter what Jarrett’s reasons were, Lana couldn’t believe he would just cut her off without a word. What if… what if he had his own difficult circumstances?
She still wanted to see him one more time, to hear his explanation in person. But on the entire way home, she called Jarrett over fifty times, and each time, she was met with the same cold, automated message.

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