The same face she had trusted for years.
The same face that now felt like a stranger’s.
“Why do you look like that?”
A small laugh escaped him.
Nervous.
Or maybe she was imagining it.
Her fingers tightened around his phone.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
His eyes dropped to it.
And in that split second—
Something shifted.
A flicker.
Gone almost instantly.
But she saw it.
Panic.
Pure, unmistakable panic.
“Why do you have my phone?”
His tone changed.
Just a little.
But enough.
