“No… that can’t be right. I must be overthinking this.”
Sophie Walker forced the thought out of her mind almost as soon as it appeared. She had noticed the long strand of hair clinging faintly to Dylan Brooks’ collar—a detail so small it might have gone unnoticed on any other day, yet somehow, in that quiet morning light, it had struck her with unsettling clarity.
Still, she refused to let suspicion take root.
She trusted him.
Whatever the explanation was, it couldn’t possibly be something that betrayed her trust. That much, she believed with quiet, unwavering certainty.
“What’s wrong?”
Dylan’s voice broke through her thoughts, calm and mildly curious. He had noticed the brief flicker of distraction in her expression—too subtle for most people to catch, but not for him.
“Nothing…”
