Chapter 402

Lucas had left the room to make some calls, leaving Hannah and Teresa alone in the dimly lit space.

The air between them was thick with unspoken thoughts, with grief and frustration too heavy to voice.

Teresa watched Hannah closely. She looked hollow—her eyes distant, her shoulders sagging under a weight no one could carry for her.

“You okay?” Teresa finally asked.

Hannah blinked and turned her head, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah.”

Teresa hummed in response, clearly unconvinced. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced ease. Smoke curled in the air between them.

“Do you smoke?” she asked, offering one toward Hannah.

Hannah shook her head. “No. I never have.”

Teres