She looked them both up and down without fear. "Now that I've answered your question and made myself clear, I suggest you leave."
She crossed her arms and added firmly, "You can just go. Leave me alone and get out of here before Jerry comes back. I don't think you want him to find you here."
Abigail tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe five minutes. Or ten. But I know he's almost here. And trust me, the last place Jerry wants to see either of you is here—especially you," she said, her eyes locked on the woman who claimed to be Jerry's stepmother. "In front of his mother's house."
At that moment, a long silence stretched between them. Jerry's ex-girlfriend and his so-called stepmother stood frozen, their faces still holding that same stiff, emotionless glare. But something in their posture had shifted. Something subtle—almost invisible—revealed the truth: fear.
They knew.
