I spun around. Jason was standing at the doorway, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Amber’s Pov
“Who are you talking to, Amber?” Jason asked again, stepping closer.
I snapped the call closed and glared at him. “Why does it matter? Have I lost the right to private calls now?” I kept my voice sharp.
He gave a practiced, tight smile. “I was only checking on you. You stormed off so I came to see if you were okay.”
My lie came easily. “It was the PI. He called about my brother’s death.”
Jason’s jaw tightened. “Has he found anything?”
“He said he has a lead,” I lied. “He should have an answer to who killed him by the end of the week.”
Jason nodded, but his eyes darkened. He did not look relieved even though he tried to hide it.
“Amber,” he said, voice soft. “Chloe is a mother too. For the sake of her son, try to forgive her.”
I laughed, a short, bitter sound. “Her son? My son died. He choked in her car. Do you know how long it takes to suffocate? His fingers were broken from scratching the door. He cried and no one helped.”
My throat closed on the last words. The memory of identifying his tiny body made bile rise in my mouth.