Page 181 of Unsuitable

My name was cleared. After all this time, that black mark against my name was gone.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about Jason being dead.

Relief, I guessed. It was hard to feel anything else.

The detective led me out of the interview room. Cece was waiting for me in the waiting room along with the nice officer who’d driven us here.

He offered to take us back to the hotel. Exhausted, I thanked him and took him up on his offer. We sat in the back of the police car as he drove us through the streets of London.

I watched people walking around, living their everyday lives. Nothing had changed for them.

But, for me, everything had changed.

I would never again be the same.

The officer dropped us at the hotel and told us that they would be in touch soon.

Cece and I got out of the car. I had planned to tell her about Jason as soon as we got to our room, but the minute we walked into the hotel lobby, my eyes locked on Jesse.

He was sitting in a chair, waiting for me, his face lined with worry.

And I burst into tears.

He’d seen the news. Seen what had happened to us. I hadn’t even called him.

I felt like the worst sister in the world. But he didn’t care about that. He just cared that I was okay.

He rushed to me, nearly knocking me off my feet, wrapping his arms around me.

The surge of love I felt for him buckled my knees. So, I clung on to my baby brother and sobbed on his shoulder, telling him how sorry I was.

I was supposed to be the one taking care of him, but there he was, taking care of me.

He hushed me. He told me he was sorry. Sorry for ever doubting me.

That made me cry harder. Then, I heard a sob come from Cece beside us.

Jesse pulled her into our hug, and the three of us stood together, holding each other.

My family.

But there was one person missing.

Kas.

He’s still missing.

Well, not missing in the real sense of the word. Just missing from my life.

He was released on bail two days after he was arrested.

And I haven’t heard from him.

I only know he was released because I read it in the papers.

I’ve tried to ring him, but all I’ve gotten is his voice mail. I’ve left voice mail messages, but he hasn’t called. I’ve texted him. But he hasn’t texted back.

I want to go to the estate, but I’m afraid.