Hunter’s POV

I watched Helena over my coffee as she scrolled through her phone for the third time in five minutes. She’d seemed tense the last few days. I’d asked what was wrong. She’d said nothing, but there was. I could feel it.

Had she picked up on something? She was only ever up this early if she had plans… gym, maybe. Though she wasn’t dressed for it.

“When do you leave for Chicago again?” she asked, not looking up.

“Wednesday morning. We will be back on Friday ...