Third person’s POV
“You’re speaking in parables,” she said this time, her voice was low, confused and guarded.
Caleb’s brows pulled, then he inhaled slowly.
“The son of your father’s business associate.
The one who used to visit your home often. A… family friend, in a way. You both went to the same school.
You played together. You were… close. As childhood besties”
Layla shook her head slowly, eyes narrowing in disbelief.
“No,” she whispered. “ I don’t remember anyone like that.”
Caleb stepped forward and pulled a chair. The sound scraped across the quiet office.
“Sit, Ava,” he said softly.
Layla hesitated, then lowered herself into the chair. Her chest felt tight.
Caleb sat opposite her, elbows resting on his knees and fingers interlocked.
“There’s a lot surrounding your pa
