The kind of woman who always seemed to be standing slightly too close when Jack dropped by to pick Sarah up. Jack leaned back slowly in his chair. And suddenly, with sickening clarity, he remembered her. Not just her face. Her interest. The way she’d always laughed a little too hard at his jokes. The way Sarah once called her “intense” and then dismissed it with a shrug.
The way she’d hovered. Watched. Stayed. Adrian’s voice came through again. “You know her?” Jack stared at the wall. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I think I do.” Jack didn’t go home right away. He sat in his office long after Adrian hung up, staring at nothing, letting old memories rearrange themselves into something uglier.