Michael sat in his car long after his shift had ended, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. The street outside his precinct was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually settled him after a long day. But tonight, it gnawed at him. Something about Selena had stuck, burrowed its way under his skin like a splinter he couldn't remove.
He had seen too many people standing on bridges, staring into the dark like it held answers. Some of them had stepped back after a talk. Some of them hadn't. He knew the statistics, the warnings in the academy manuals, the protocols drilled into him during training. Don't get personally involved. Don't carry them with you once you've walked away.
But Selena's face wouldn't leave him.
