Finally, he turned his head slightly, casting a glance over his shoulder, his expression soft but resigned. “I don’t think so,” he said quietly before he stepped out into the night. The door closed gently behind him, leaving the pub in an almost eerie silence.
For a long moment, Carla stared at the spot where James had stood, her heart pounding, an uneasy feeling curling in her stomach. The envelope still lay on the table in front of her, but she couldn’t bring herself to open it right away.