We rode in his truck. I had my new car, but still needed to get it inspected and titled. I was out of sorts anyway and didn’t think I was in the right mindset to drive.
What was wrong with me? How could I have not seen my mom today? And how could I even think about falling for anyone—let alone Jeff—when my family was torn apart? So many thoughts swirled around in my mind, and I closed my eyes in an effort to shut them out.
I felt Jeff’s hand on my wrist. “Hey, just breathe, okay? Whatever’s going on in your head, we can fix this.”
I chuffed out a hard breath. “Nothing can fix this,” I muttered, opening my eyes.
He pulled up to a stop light and turned to look at me, not moving his hand. “Is this because you have to see the detective soon?”
“I don’t know. It’s just that, when I realized
