Not dramatically.
Subtly.
Like the air before a thunderstorm.
Ashley saw me first.
The color drained from her face.
Ryan noticed her reaction.
“What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t answer.
He turned around.
And froze.
“Emma.”
I stopped beside the table.
“Ryan.”
My calm voice frightened him more than any scream could have.
Ashley stood so quickly her chair nearly tipped over.
“Mrs. Bennett, I swear—I didn’t know—”
