The question lingered in the air, heavy with implications. Jerica valued her privacy fiercely. She wasn't about to become tabloid fodder, and if this reunion came at the cost of her peace, she wouldn't hesitate to walk away.
Arthur started to respond, but Jerica cut him off. "If… oh." She paused, sensing they had spoken at the same time. Jared's hand found hers, grounding her.
"No, please continue," Arthur said, chuckling softly. The surreal nature of this conversation wasn't lost on him.
Jerica took a deep breath. "It's… I don't want anything from you. We can get to know each other, but I need space. If we're going to try, it has to be without getting too involved in each other's lives."
Arthur exchanged a glance with Lydia, who nodded reluctantly.
"And," Jerica added, her voice firmer now, "about what my husband said earlier—he will never apologize to Brandon Glover or anyone else. In fact, we need an apology. Victoria needs an apology from him."