Mike said nothing, because nothing was the right response to that.
Jay was quiet for a moment. He was looking at the pavement, which meant he was thinking rather than performing, and Mike let him.
A car passed at the end of the lane, its headlights sweeping briefly across them, and then the street was quiet again.
"What did you tell her?" Jay said. "About Tyler..."
"What exactly...?"
"I tell her enough," Mike said.
"The six weeks. The avoidance routes. The reason he didn't report it." He paused. "She needed to grasp the complete picture, not just the footage."
"The footage alone is shocking, but it doesn't convey the impact of six weeks on a person's daily life; she needed to understand the full cost it had on him."
Jay was quiet for long enough that Mike genuinely wasn't sure what was going to come out of it.
"She cried," Jay stated, his tone flat, as if he had made a definitive observation. "Didn't she?"
Mike looked at him.
"Briefly," he said. "She didn't let it go on."
