Lena’s heart was still racing when she stepped inside the cabin, the door creaking shut behind her. The chill in the air sent a shiver through her, but the cold was nothing compared to the fear tightening around her chest. She could still hear the engines in the distance, growing louder, drawing nearer.
Andrew was already at the window, peering through the cracked blinds, his face tense. The sharp lines of his jaw were clenched, and his dark eyes were filled with something that almost resembled... concern.
Lena tried to shake the image of him being cold and distant out of her mind. It didn’t make sense. The man who’d once been a quiet presence in Ethan’s life—someone she never thought she’d have to worry about—was suddenly acting like her protector. But why? And where was Ethan in all this?
“Why aren’t we leaving?” Lena asked, her voice cracking slightly. The silence between them seemed to stretch for eternity.