I watched his face while he listened. Watched the shift happen in real time.
His jaw tightened first. Then his eyes sharpened in a way that made my stomach drop.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
My pulse climbed into my throat.
“What?” I demanded, my voice already thin.
He didn’t look at me.
“Understood,” he said quietly.
He ended the call.
The silence in the car felt heavier than the thunder outside.
“Kane.”
He turned to me fully now.
“We’re not going to Étienne’s.”
The words didn’t make sense.
“What do you mean?”
“Ellsworth has someone watching Rose’s building.”
Of course, he did.
Of course, this place had layers I still didn’t understand.
“And?”
“A man just showed up.”
My lungs forgot how to work.
“With a child.”
The world tilted.
“Sabine?”
“Maybe.”
The name came out of me like a prayer and a curse at the same time.
“Turn around,” Kane instructed the driver calmly, already bracing himself against the seat as the SUV slowed and pivoted through rain-slick streets.
My thoughts scrambled, colliding.
“A man,” I repeated. “Who?”
Kane held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary.
“We don’t know yet. Ellsworth is working to ID him.”
