He laughs—brittle, broken. "Of course you're not."
Footsteps. She doesn't turn.
Belly is alone. The moon is a perfect crescent. She's holding the infinity necklace—the real one, the one Conrad gave her when she was fifteen.
The 1080p close-up on Jeremiah's hands gripping the steering wheel. Knuckles white. Then Belly appears in the passenger window. He doesn't look at her.
He laughs—brittle, broken. "Of course you're not."
Footsteps. She doesn't turn.
Belly is alone. The moon is a perfect crescent. She's holding the infinity necklace—the real one, the one Conrad gave her when she was fifteen.
The 1080p close-up on Jeremiah's hands gripping the steering wheel. Knuckles white. Then Belly appears in the passenger window. He doesn't look at her.
