The exit from the station had been utter chaos but the drive back to the penthouse was slow and subdued, Levi had suggested they stay away from the house as it would probably be packed full with paparazzi.
The earlier urgency that had propelled Lyse from the women's shelter to the police station had dissipated, leaving behind it a heavy awkwardness. The realization that she had thrown everything away immediately she discovered that Levi had been in trouble made her reflect on her feelings. The weight of the day's revelations, the accusations against Levi, the shocking truth about Brandon's parentage, hung heavy in the air between them.
Levi drove carefully, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He could feel Lyse's gaze on him, but he avoided looking at her, afraid of what he might see in her eyes. Disappointment? Anger? Disgust? He didn't know if he could bear it. Even though she said that she believed him, he wondered if she had said it because there had been people there.
