Kate washed her face with cold water, but the swelling on her eyes was still obvious. When she dressed up and got downstairs, she happened to see Tristan walk out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He was still wearing his casual home clothes.
She was startled. She thought he had gone out early this morning.
“Going out?” He asked casually.
“Yes.” She replied vaguely. After she walked a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned to him. Her voice turned husky, “Jimmy is dead.”
Tristan raised his eyes to look at her and waited.