I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her a little closer. She adjusted without complaint, settling into me, her hand resting lightly against my chest. The warmth helped more than I expected.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
My mind drifted again, but this time it wasn't just about Jack. Nala crossed my thoughts, uninvited but impossible to ignore. The distance, the tension… it sat there, heavy. And it wasn't just me feeling it. I could tell the others were affected too, especially Minne. She hadn't said much, but it showed in small things, her expressions, the way she moved around the house, quieter than usual.
I couldn't really blame her.
I closed my eyes and took a slow, steady breath. Tomorrow. Everything hinged on tomorrow. If we could catch Jack in the act, get something solid on him, maybe I could finally put that problem to rest. Then I could turn my full attention to Brok, which was a whole different mess waiting to explode.
One thing at a time.
