Chapter 59 First Night Out

• Lyla’s pov
• I watched as he approached the car parked just outside the safe house window. Through the curtain's little crack, I observed him retrieve a bag, which he had presumably packed earlier.
• The practicality was so Lorenzo. Always prepared. Always thinking forward. When he returned, he set out numerous containers. The smell of food filled the little room—something warm, something that suggested meticulous preparation rather than rapid convenience.