Natalie could not bring her focus onto anything but the contents of that threatening text message. At first, she theorized who could have sent it and realized there was an entire string of viable suspects from Camilla to Kenton, Asher to Jackson’s ex-wife; enough suspects to make a board attached with red string per questionable soul. And because of these thoughts, she paid little attention to the sights of downtown Philadelphia or the songs on the radio as everything around her flew by in a haze until the car came to a stop. For a brief collection of time, Jackson remained in the driver’s side, seemingly unsure if he should move or speak; but remaining still nonetheless. Only his eyes managed to move, eyeing her for just an understanding of her emotion, before he went to leave the car.
