But the way she panicked last night—the way she hid, the way she ran—made something old and buried rise in him. What if something had happened that Lara had been too afraid or ashamed to explain?
It still didn’t add up. None of it did. But the fear was real. All Evan could do was wait for the police to get back to him. But waiting felt impossible. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the living room as exhaustion dug deeper beneath his skin.