Page 267 of Unravelling The Beast

“I'm really worried about her, Jasp. She's not talking, she's not eating properly, and she barely leaves the bedroom unless it's to engage with Cree.”

“Give her time, Sar. She's grieving and it's a lot to take in.”

“I'm worried she might never recover from this.”

“She will. She's strong and hopefully, after today, we can all find some closure.”

When I don't answer the door after there's a knock, it opens, and Jasper steps in before closing it behind him. He's dressed in a tight suit similar to what Arlo used to wear, and because he looks so much like him, I quickly turn away.

“How's it going?”

I side-eye him, giving a silent nod and after some awkward silence, I sense he can't or doesn't know how to handle this situation, so I express something that has been weighing diligently on my mind.

“Where is Savannah?”

I can sense he is now the top dog in New York, and he should have this handled already.

“I'm working on it; it seems like she is either in hiding or being heavily protected.”

“Then bring me Izzy.”

I glance up at him, and he looks confused at me.

“What?”

“She'll know.”

“No, what you said about bringing her to you?”

I stand taller before responding.

“I want her dead if she doesn't tell me. It's obvious that Savannah had something to do with Arlo being shot.”

“You're pregnant.”

I glare up at him and grit my teeth as I respond.

“I don't give a fuck right now. What I want is justice for Arlo! It's everything I want! In fact, I can't stop thinking about it!”

“What Arlo would have wanted would be for you to look after Cree and become stronger for the baby.”

I raise my voice, becoming irritated.

“Don't tell me what he would have wanted! He is not here anymore!”

My eyes fill with tears as I continue.

“If that bitch hadn't done what she did, I would have gotten him out of that burning building, and he would still be here today! She must pay for what the fuck she has done!”

“I'm working on it, Wren.”

I clench my teeth and turn away until he reaches the short distance between us and lays a palm on my shoulder, at which point I flinch.

“Today is about saying goodbye to Arlo.”

My eyes close, and tears cascade down my cheeks.

“No memorial will ever make me say goodbye to him.”

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