133 Jealous

Abby nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of his promise. She knew that Cage was fiercely loyal to her, willing to go to any lengths to protect her and seek justice for the wrongs done to her.

As the conversation turned to darker matters, Abby couldn't help but feel a knot of fear tightening in her chest. The truth of her father's death loomed over her like a shadow, casting a pall over her already troubled mind.

"Do you know who killed Dad?" Abby asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched as Cage fidgeted, a telltale sign that he was hiding something from her.

"No," Cage replied, his tone carefully neutral. "I'm still investigating."

Abby felt a pang of disappointment at his response, knowing instinctively that he was lying to her. But she didn't press the issue further, choosing instead to bury her doubts and fears beneath a facade of acceptance.