All the color drained from her face. She took a small step back. I read her expression. Her face had turned red, not from confusion or surprise.
Fear.
My heart was pounding. “Are you okay?” I asked.
For several long seconds, she said nothing. Then she looked past me toward the bakery entrance, as if checking if anyone was watching her.
When he finally answered, his voice was barely audible.
I nodded. Somehow, her expression worsened even more. The fear remained, but now another emotion appeared.
