"What is it?" Eileen took a step back, interrupting. "Forget it. At this point, if you're still beating around the bush with me, there's probably not much truth to be had. How about this? I'll give you some time. Take your time to think, figure out how to weave your lies, then come find me."

With that said, Eileen lifted her suitcase and strode downstairs.

As she reached the doorway, Rafael caught up.

"Where are you going? Let me drive you." Rafael grasped Eileen's wrist, his tone urgent with a hint of pleading.

The words of refusal stuck in Eileen's throat, but she couldn't utter them.

She fiercely shut her...