Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 102

“Of these four men, can you identify which one is Mark?” the officer asked.

“The second from the right,” Yvonne said, her eyes fixed on the men through the glass.

“Are you certain?”

“Positive,” she confirmed. “And the man on the far left was one of his thugs. He was there the night I had the run-in with them.”

The officer nodded, impressed. “You have an excellent memory.”

Yvonne remained silent, watching as the officer spoke into his phone. In the room on the other side, the other inmates were led away, leaving only Mark behind with two officers who immediately began a surprise interrogation.

Despite the thick, one-way mirror separating them, Mark seemed to sense her presence. He turned his head and stared directly through the glass, his eyes locking onto Yvonne’s.

“To think that after all my years of hunting birds, I’d get my eye pecked out by one,” Mark sneered, his gaze chilling and predatory.

An unsettling feeling coiled in Yvonne’s stomach, and she instinctively frowned.

The next moment, Bennett’s tall frame moved in front of her, blocking Mark’s view.

“We can go now,” he said, his dark eyes focused on her.

“Right,” Yvonne nodded, following him out of the room.

The precinct hallway was empty and quiet in the late afternoon, and a heavy silence fell between them. With Mark captured, their arrangement—his protection of her—was officially over. Their lives were two parallel lines that were never meant to cross. She could no longer crash on his couch, cuddling with Bullet while eating chips and watching TV.

Yvonne pushed down the wave of disappointment and looked up at him with a forced smile. “Well, Officer, congratulations on a successful mission. You don’t have to babysit me anymore.”

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