As soon as Layson Norman ushered Adela out of the police station, she quietly followed him—her usual confidence dampened by the tense reunion she had just witnessed. The moment they got into his car, Layson finally broke the silence.
“How did you end up there?” he asked, fastening his seat belt before turning his head slightly in her direction.
From her spot in the passenger seat, Adela glimpsed the edge of his profile—his sharp jaw, the slight furrow of his brow. For a brief moment, she was caught off guard by how striking he looked against the city lights filtering through the windshield. Feeling self-conscious for staring, she took an extra second to respond.
“Dexter…called me,” she said simply, hoping her slight flush wasn’t too obvious in the dim light.
Layson raised an eyebrow in
