When Levi stepped out of James' apartment building, his thoughts still tangled with the cold reception he had just recieved from his wife… well, ex wife. The cat's hiss echoed in his mind more than it should have, and Lyse's icy restraint haunted him even more than her actual words. She had changed, grown colder, more careful. She was still hurting. And despite his presence, she had let him walk into that apartment and leave again without once letting her guard down.
The warm afternoon sun was deceptive, painting the pavement gold, but Levi's mood remained clouded. His footsteps echoed along the corridor toward the parking lot, his phone in hand, half-considering calling Chris again to talk things over. But just as he reached the edge of the sidewalk, a voice cut through the stillness like a knife wrapped in velvet.
"Well, look who is still playing the concerned husband. I hope you know you dont fool Lyse with that facade anymore."
Levi stopped.
Slowly, he turned.
