Evan caught her expression—tight jaw, eyes darting, and muscles coiling like she expected something terrible to follow. Was Lena involved in something criminal? Was she a fugitive? Was she hiding from the law for some reason? But Lena looked too gentle for a world like that. He realized how little you knew the people you met daily.
When Margot reached out to comfort her, Lena steadied with visible effort. “Just camera-shy,” she said, lightly smiling, though she didn’t meet Evan’s eyes. He didn’t buy it. Her hands trembled, and she kept checking the café windows afterward, scanning the street as if expecting a ghost.