For a moment, no one spoke. The night air was still, the sound of the distant traffic fading behind the heavy silence.
Mr. Johnson stood under the glow of the parking light, his expression calm but unreadable. Emily’s breath hitched as she stepped back from Adam, her face suddenly composed.
“I was just asking Adam about a document I left in his car,” she said softly. “Something I needed for tomorrow.”
Mr. Johnson’s eyes flicked between them, then rested on her. “You could have called him, Emily. It is late.”
“I know,” she replied quickly, forcing a small smile. “But I did not want to wake you if I went back inside.”
Adam stood still, his pulse thundering in his ears. He could feel Mr. Johnson’s gaze slide over him, heavy and cold. For a brief sec
