Elise hesitated again, then said she’d seemed tired but “fine,” offering nothing more. The vagueness felt wrong. Elise wasn’t vague. She was direct, even blunt. Tonight, she sounded like someone trying not to say the wrong thing. Before he could ask more, she said she needed to get back to something and ended the call abruptly.
Evan stared at his phone, heart pounding harder now. Elise knew something—he was sure of it. And whatever it was, she hadn’t been willing to say it aloud. Evan kept replaying the moment she fled, wondering if he was overreacting. Maybe she had darted out as a joke of her own, a dramatic way to get back at him.