Jonathan continued talking, his voice smooth and unbothered, but Amelia’s mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of fear and doubt. He leaned in slightly, his eyes intent as he asked, “Would you like to come over to my place after dinner?”
The question hung heavy in the air, her unease sharpening. Amelia forced a smile, her mind racing for a polite refusal. “I appreciate the offer, but I really can’t sleep anywhere but my own bed,” she said lightly, hoping it sounded convincing.