They are not supposed to stare at french fries like they’re the most interesting thing in the room.
I open my mouth to try again but she beats me to it.
“Edward?”
I straighten slightly as she nudges one french fry against another on her tray, not looking up right away.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think I’d be allowed to see Calista? At least visit her once?”
I exhale. “No. Until the trial is over, Calista is evidence, a witness and a victim. You’re also still a suspect.” I shake my head. “There are about a hundred different rules attached to that.”
Her shoulders slump instantly and she nods once, looking back down at her food as disappointment settles over her face.
[Tell her you’ll take her afterward.] Zyrax chips in.
He gets ignored.
[One of us is clearly better at this and it’s not you.]
