Chase POV
Sage is quiet. Pensive. As we wait, she sits, her legs rocking back and forth, a frown on her face as she stares silently out the window, lost in her thoughts. The tension in the room is unbearable. I cleared my throat "Sage", I said softly, causing her to blink and look at me "is there something I can do to help you?" I offered.
Anything to put a smile back on her face. Since the news of her parent's case going cold, she's been devastated, her whole demeanor of somebody who's broken. I know how painful it must be, to admit that you're never going to find the closure you've been seeking. At least in the case of my father, it was a genuine accident. I didn't have the grief of knowing somebody had deliberately killed him like Sage did. I didn't have to wonder who had done it or
