A heavy silence hung in the air like a curtain between them.
Jayden stood there, hand still pressed against the door, his heart beating against his chest like a frantic drum. He could hear Jessica's uneven breathing from the other side, he could feel the heat of her heartbreak bleeding through the walls.
But this wasn't just about heartbreak anymore.
"Jessica," he said again, this time more urgently, voice edged with something raw, something real. "I need you. Please, just hear me out."
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then, a low, muffled voice responded—shaky, tight.
"…Danger?" she said softly
Jayden took a breath. It was a start.
"Yes," he said, leaning closer. "It's about the full moon. About that night. I think… I think I might've killed someone... something. Something important."
Another pause. This time longer.
"You don't even remember what you did that night, do you?" Her voice was quiet. Barely above a whisper.
Jayden closed his eyes.
