So that’s why Terence threw himself into this dangerous line of work with such reckless abandon. She’d been wrong. Someone as brilliant and driven as him wouldn't stop for her.
The realization stung, but it also brought clarity.
Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. She turned to Darlene and asked, “Captain Benson, you keep saying ‘we.’ Who’s the ‘we’ you’re talking about?”
Before Darlene could answer, Terence’s voice sliced through the stillness of the night, startling them both.
“Halle!”
Halle barely had time to react before Terence grabbed her arm, his eyes flashing with a warning.
“Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t,” he said coldly. “You don’t need to know about these things.”
Quickly, Darlene stepped forward and positioned herself between them. She shook her head gently and said, “It’s all in the past, Terence. It’s fine. Halle isn’t an outsider anyway.”
But Terence’s gaze was sharp, like an arrow tipped with barbs. The look he gave her pierced her heart, and when he finally turned away, it left a chill behind.
His message was clear: Halle was an outsider to him.
Those shared memories, the history between them—they weren’t hers to know.