I didn’t have to look for him. Wallace found me.
I had barely stepped out of the academic building when I saw him leaning against his car, like he had been waiting there long enough to grow impatient, but not enough to leave.
The moment his eyes landed on me, something in his expression shifted. Concern. Real or not, I couldn’t tell anymore.
He straightened immediately and walked toward me. “Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “What happened?”
I blinked, forcing my expression into something lighter before he could look too closely. “Nothing dramatic.”
He stopped in front of me, studying my face. “You look like something happened.”
Of course I do.
For a split second, I wondered if he could see it, if he could see everything I heard, everything I now knew.
But I didn’t give
