Behind Lewis, police officers were already stringing up tape and blocking off the street. Their flashing lights bounced off the snow and the shop windows, making everything feel colder and more unreal.
My stomach tightened as I looked from the uniforms to Lewis's face. "Is it safe for me to be here?" I asked softly. "What if someone recognizes me?"
Lewis didn't hesitate. "Don't worry. All the cameras are off."
That one sentence settled my nerves more than anything else could have. Lewis never brought me into danger carelessly. If he said it was safe, then he'd made sure it was safe.
Still, the wind cut through my coat, and I couldn't stop myself from frowning at him. "You should've been inside," I scolded, pushing lightly at his arm. "It's freezing."
"I just wanted to see you sooner," he said, and there was a softness in his smile that made my chest ache in a way I didn't expect.
