She returned. She was home.
Leo watched Becca push open the door and his legs— clearly having a mind of their own— carried him to her as she trotted in.
" Becca." He called out to her but she didn't respond. She barely acknowledged his presence as she headed straight for the stairs, most likely to get away from him but his strides were much wider than hers. When he gained a befitting proximity to her, he caught hold of her left arm to stop her from moving further away. " Please, Becca. Let me explain."
His gruff voice made her flinch, his touch made her tense.
Leo's grip was firm yet gentle as he spun her to face him. But he felt something different about her, something amiss in her gaze, an opaque shadow and it frightened him. He felt her tremble under his palm and as he stared down into her eyes, he saw fear. Regardless of how fleeting it was, he still saw it.
Was she scared of him?
