After a strained silence, Maya said she had to go and abruptly hung up. Adam stared at his phone, pulse quickening. Maya had sounded scared. Avoidant. Why would she act like that unless Clara had confided something serious? Something dangerous?
Leo watched him quietly, arms folded. He could tell Maya’s tone didn’t sit right with Adam, but he resisted poking at the fragile tension. “Let’s not jump to conclusions,” he said gently, though the crease between his brows betrayed his concern.