Nayana
It feels like both a second and a lifetime before the car finally slows down in front of a large townhouse in a quiet London street. My heart slams against my ribs.
“He’s here?” I ask in a small voice.
Theo nods. “Yeah.”
I unbuckle my seat belt with shaky fingers and almost stumble out of the car. Theo rushes to my side, steadying me with a hand on my elbow.
“Careful,” he murmurs.
“I’m fine,” I say, even though I feel anything but fine. “Just… hurry, please.”
We head up the stairs, and Theo opens the door without knocking. The hallway smells faintly like cedar and something warm, like the house has been lived in for a while.
Theo leads me deeper into the house, past a sitting room and down a hallway. My pulse is a roar in my ears. He stops at a slightly open door and looks
