So light.
So gentle.
So painfully ironic.
Petty couldn’t help but remember the time she and Franco got stuck in that elevator. When it dropped suddenly, he’d wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her forehead, just like now. Back then, it had actually calmed her.
But this kiss felt nothing like that. This time, it was like someone cutting her open with a blunt knife, slow and bloody.
“Can you just not?” Her voice was sharp, full of disgust. “You’re making me sick.”
Franco met her eyes, his own dark and unreadable. His jaw was clenched so tight she could see the muscle twitch. Suddenly, he lifted his hand and gently covered her eyes. “It’s better if you close your eyes.”
“Oh yeah?” Petty shot back, her patience gone. “Why don’t you just say it’d be better if I never opened my eyes again?”
A vein bulged in Franco’s neck. “Stop talking nonsense.”
In the front seat, Jay glanced down as his phone lit up. He checked who was calling, then answered with a swipe. Someone spoke on the line, but Jay’s face didn’t change. He just said a low “Yeah,” then ended the call.
“Franco, they sent the results. There’s a problem.”
***
Hans was already heading toward Misty Vale, planning to bring Petty back himself, when his phone rang. As soon as he picked up, Franco’s voice came through as cold as ever. “I’ve got her. We’re at Belvedere Heights.”
Hans didn’t waste words. He hung up, told Aaron to turn the car around, and drove straight to Belvedere Heights. When he walked into the house, he found Petty curled up in bed, the blanket tucked snug around her.
The room was warm and comfortable. There was a glass of warm water sitting on the nightstand.

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