“We need to talk,” he said. She glanced back at him, then turned off the tap. Something in his tone must have landed, because the softness in her face faded almost instantly. “About what?” Jack leaned against the counter and looked at her for a long moment. Then he said, very quietly, “Do you remember Claire Holloway?”
For the first time since she had entered his life, her face slipped. It wasn’t dramatic. Just small. But real. A pause too long. A stillness too sudden. The tiniest tightening around the mouth before she recovered. And that was enough. Jack felt something inside him go cold. Rosalind blinked. “Who?” He held her gaze.