CHAPTER 30

Brody returns a few minutes later. I turn to find him walking towards me, his shoulders squared and rigid. His expression is unreadable, almost as if he's purposefully wearing a mask to stop me from seeing the emotion in his face.
"Are you okay?" I ask him, watching as he slides back inside the booth smoothly. Brody doesn't respond immediately, his eyes fixed on the table between us.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
When he speaks, he tilts his head up to hold eye contact with me. The green...