Sitting down, Amelia felt like she was moving through a fog, her mind whirling with possibilities and plans. She needed to play it cool, to not give away her suspicions. “Everything okay?” she asked, keeping her voice light, hoping it sounded normal despite the frantic beating of her heart.
Jonathan nodded, his smile never wavering. “Oh, just a work thing,” he said dismissively, waving a hand as if to brush the conversation away. “Nothing important.” But Amelia noticed the tension in his jaw, the slight twitch in his fingers as he set his phone down.