“Is Cassie the girl you had at the lighthouse a few nights ago?” the officer repeats. She already told him about the torn fabric, the extra prints… something else that he forgets now. His mind is a fog… Sentences are a struggle.

But, apparently he didn’t imagine he was there with Cassie; Or at least he was there with someone.Maybe he only wished it were Cassie.

“You didn’t ask her name?” Adam asks, hoarsely.

“She fled the scene… called 911 and ditched.”

Adam stares. So she did call. Why? After all he put her through… after she admitted she knows his secret… why?

“Wanna tell me about her?” asks the officer.

“She’s…” frustrating? amazing? a quandary? “an old friend.”

“And what were you doing at the lighthouse?”

…

“Were you aware that the lighthouse is a location of interest to this department?”

“No,” he says, too quickly. He adds, “Wh-what kind of interest?”

The officer watches his face for a long moment, writing in her notebook without looking at it. She knows. He knows she knows.