Noah's gaze shifted, first to the table, then to Estelle, then back again, measuring the distance, the angle. He straightened slightly, his expression tightening just a fraction as his thoughts began to turn.
Could she have? His gaze sharpened slightly. No. Not possible.
Still, across from him, Estelle lay perfectly still, but her mind raced, thoughts crashing into each other. She had forgotten one thing. She didn't clear the call. Her fingers twitched against the sheets as she watched him.
Noah unlocked the phone, his thumb moving across the screen as he opened the call log.
Silence settled between them. Thick. Heavy.
Estelle tried to read his face, to find something, anything, but his expression remained calm, giving nothing away as his eyes scanned the screen.
