Aisha stepped out of her car with a determined stride, her face set with a seriousness that made my heart race. Her mere presence seemed to pull the gravity of the situation tighter around us.
“Elijah,” she greeted with a nod, turning her piercing gaze to me. “We need to talk.”
“What’s going on, Aisha?” I asked, my voice trembling under the weight of the unknown.
She took a deep breath, her eyes softening as she looked at me. “Lena, this is going to be hard to hear, but you need to know everything before you decide how to move forward.”
