Willow pov
The door abruptly swung open, and Dillon's presence filled the room. "Willow, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice tinged with urgency. Before I could respond, he grabbed my arm and led me outside. His touch, although gentle, sent a jolt of discomfort through me.
"Dillon, what's wrong?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot of the house.
He took a deep breath, the tension in his posture unmistakable. "It's about Brax. He's asked me to do something... because he found out you were talking to a cop today."
My heart pounded, my mind racing a million miles a minute. I stood there, unable to find words, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic dance of worry and fear.
"Willow," Dillon continued softly, "you need to tell him the truth, or he's going to find out on his own."
