Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 101

The bus ride stretched on, seemingly without end, and Yvonne had drifted off to sleep, her head resting on his shoulder.

When she finally stirred, the view outside the window took her breath away: a panorama of snow-capped mountains stretched to the horizon, a sliver of a crescent moon hanging over the highest peak.

She glanced over at Bennett and was surprised to find him asleep.

His thick lashes cast soft shadows on his cheekbones. It seemed almost unfair for a man to be that handsome. Yvonne found herself staring, unable to tear her gaze away.

The bus slowed to a stop at a checkpoint, and Bennett’s eyes snapped open.

She was caught off guard, with no time to hide the adoration in her eyes. His gaze met hers, his deep, obsidian eyes sharp and clear, betraying no sign of grogginess.

“Bennett, you were faking it!” Yvonne accused, her lips forming a playful pout.

A slow smile spread across Bennett’s lips, but he said nothing. Instead, he reached out, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her in for a kiss.

It had been their first kiss—tentative at first, then deepening with a clumsy, raw passion. Her heart had hammered against her ribs, and she was sure she’d forgotten how to breathe.

She would never forget that thrill, the feeling that had seemed to promise a lifetime. But their lifetime together had been so tragically short…

“Had your fill?” Bennett’s voice cut through her reverie. His eyes were open now, his dark gaze calm and chillingly distant.

The coldness in his eyes was like a physical blow. Yvonne flinched and looked away, clenching her fists in her lap to keep the tears from falling.

Bennett got out first, then walked around to open the door for Yvonne.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told her. “Just answer truthfully. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“Okay,” Yvonne said, managing a small, grateful smile.

An officer from the border precinct greeted them. After a brief exchange with Jonas, he led Yvonne and Bennett into a small room. The room was enclosed by three walls and a large pane of glass that looked into an adjacent room, where several men in prison jumpsuits were being led to their seats.

“Don’t worry,” the officer assured her. “They can’t see us in here.”

Yvonne nodded. She knew it was a one-way mirror; she could see them clearly, but to them, the glass was just a reflection.