She kept the smile on her face. She kept her expression calm. But behind her eyes, her mind was already racing, calculating, cataloging, analyzing.
"See him?" Lyra murmured, sipping her soda like nothing was wrong.
"Yes," Bella breathed, her lips barely moving. "I see him."
"He's been there for about twenty minutes. My sister always tells me to be aware of my surroundings, so I noticed." Lyra's voice was remarkably steady for someone so young. "I didn't want to cause panic, but I thought you should know."
Bella's gaze remained fixed on the figure. He had not moved. He just stood there, watching.
"You were right to tell me," Bella said quietly. "Thank you, Lyra."
"What are you going to do?"
Bella's smile widened, still warm, still casual for anyone watching. But something in her eyes had shifted. Sharpened.
"I'm going to enjoy the rest of my evening," she said calmly. "And then I'm going to tell my husband."
