That night...
Leo Lawrence guiltily lowered his gaze, avoiding Evelyn Grant's questioning eyes.
He wasn't sure how much she knew. After waking up that day, he had frantically cut off all channels of information, terrified of the news reaching Evelyn Grant's ears.
Uncontrollable regret.
'This wasn't how it was supposed to be. My relationship with Evelyn Grant... it wasn't supposed to be like this...'
His heart sank. He was five years older than Evelyn Grant and always perfectly at ease in high-stakes situations, yet under her gaze, he was utterly flustered.
He didn't want to lie to Evelyn Grant, but one lie had to be covered by countless others. His chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. Leo Lawrence opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked as if by a stone, and no words came out.
The evening breeze carried a slight chill. Evelyn Grant's voice, carried on the wind, sounded cold and detached.
"Cat got your tongue? Does your conscience bother you too, Leo Lawrence?"
