The kitchen smelled faintly of ginger tea and dust. The apartment was too quiet, the soft click of the faucet dripping behind her. Selena stood near the sink, her back partially turned. Her arms were stiff at her sides, her breathing shallow.
"Jack?" she said, not fully turning.
Jack didn't respond. He just stood there by the doorway, watching her.
And waiting.
It took her a full five seconds to find the strength to turn around. Not halfway this time. All the way. Her body faced his, and for a moment, her expression flickered with uncertainty. She hesitated, then suddenly buried her face in her hands, her breath catching.
Jack didn't move at first. But when her shoulders started to shake, he stepped forward. Then he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
