Evelyn's POV

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice low.

“Shh,” he said, leaning in. “This is just a friendly chat. Relax, Evelyn.

But there was nothing relaxing about the way my heart raced.

The cramped restroom felt suffocating, the tension between Leonard and me making the air thicker than the confined space could allow. His hand lingered on mine as I attempted to free myself, my pulse betraying the calm demeanor I tried to maintain.

“Leonard,” I began, keeping my voice low but firm, “why didn’t you tell me about this trip? It’s not like we haven’t talked this week.”

He sighed, his face softening as if he’d...