He took a breath, glanced at the streetlights above them, and then looked back at her. "But what I will say—and you need to remember this always—is that there are people you must never trust, no matter what they say or how kind they appear."
At that moment Abigail furrowed her brow. "Who?"
Jerry's jaw tightened. "My father. My stepmother. And... my ex-girlfriend."
The moment he said it, there was silence. A heavy, thick kind of silence.
Jerry continued, "I don't care what gifts they bring you, what apologies they offer, or how desperate they may look. Do not fall for their trap. I've known them my entire life. They're not just dangerous—they're patient. They'll smile in your face while waiting for the perfect moment to stab you in the back."
Abigail could feel the seriousness in his voice now. It wasn't a warning meant to scare her—it was truth wrapped in pain. Something deep inside Jerry didn't just dislike these people… he had suffered because of them.
