Lynne’s POV:
Aaron carried me through the lobby, and as we turned the corner, I saw a wheelchair rolling toward us through the darkness.
The man sitting in the wheelchair was tall and thin, with sharp eyes that cut through the darkness, staring intently at Aaron.
I couldn’t clearly make out his face, but he seemed to be middle-aged. When I blinked to confirm, the wheelchair had vanished, as if everything I had seen was just an illusion.
Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable fear washed over me, and I instinctively clung to Aaron’s neck, shrinking into his embrace.
“I’m sorry, Lynne, it’s my fault. I didn’t expect Jamie to be that kind of person. I must have scared you,” Aaron said, his tone filled with regret as he tightened his arms around me.
Honestly, Jamie no longer frightened me. It
