5
Jack glanced down the empty hall and ran a hand through his short hair. “Damn it. . .”
He sighed and dropped his hand into his pocket for the pack of cigarettes. A quick light and a puff, and he strode down the hall to the intersection of the two halls where he leaned against the wall a foot away from the corner. He folded his arms over his chest and listened to the soft sniffling from around the corner.
“You okay?” he asked her.
“How can I-hiccup-be okay?” Nena replied with a nose full of tears and wet cheeks.
A sly grin slipped onto his lips. “Because you’re with me.”
Nena wiped her tears from her face and glared at the corner. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”
He took a puff on his cigarette and shrugged. “It’s the truth.” She peeked around the corner and narrowed her eye
