Admitting he didn’t know
Shaking his head, Jake admitted, “No, I don’t know them,” his voice tinged with frustration and confusion. Harris nodded, his expression unreadable but serious. “That’s okay, Jake. Sometimes these things take time,” the detective reassured him. Though disappointed, Jake felt a renewed determination bubbling within. He knew this mystery wasn’t over, and he was resolved to uncover the truth, no matter how long it took.
Admitting He Didn’t Know
An uneasy feeling
Despite his denial, an uneasy feeling lingered in Jake’s chest, as if he was on the verge of unearthing a deeply buried memory. The photograph, the baby, the abandoned Mustang—it all seemed inexplicably connected, forming a puzzle he couldn’t yet solve. “Why do I feel like I’m missing something important?” Jake murmured, almost to himself. Harris observed him silently, his expression thoughtful, recognizing that Jake’s search for answers was far from over. The truth was out there, tantalizingly close but still just out of reach.
An Uneasy Feeling
