Danielle's heart ached as she gently touched his arm. "Let's go upstairs and get you changed first. You don't want to catch a cold, especially with your condition..."
"Let's eat first," Alex cut in, his voice kept low. "The kids are starving."
Niki and Raffy were indeed famished. After being caught in the torrential rain on the mountain road and going through such a scare, they were now quietly holding hands, their little faces etched with exhaustion.
Unable to argue further, Danielle simply nodded and followed Alex into the hotel's restaurant.
This was one of the few high-end resort hotels in the suburbs. It was quiet and highly private.
She had specifically chosen it as a place for them to relax and unwind. Neither of them expected to stumble upon clues about Harold back-to-back, nor to find themselves plunged into another wave of anxiety on a rainy night like this.
The restaurant wasn't crowded. The lighting was soft, and soothing background music played over the speakers. It should have been a warm, relaxing atmosphere.
Yet the moment Alex stepped through the doorway, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Danielle instantly picked up on his shift in demeanor. Following his line of sight, she discreetly scanned the room.
There really weren't many people. Just a few scattered tables of guests, mostly families or couples, all seemingly normal.
But it was precisely this normalcy that made her chest tighten.
Two tables of guests were being far too deliberate with their gazes.
They weren't staring openly. They pretended to eat, scroll through their phones, or chat with one another.


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