Bailey POV
Nolan steps aside, his smile widening as he gestures for me to enter. "Please, come in." He offers.
I hesitate for just a moment before stepping into the condo. It looks exactly the same as the house we lived in Chicago, only that this is upscale.
Every surface is perfectly clean, every piece of furniture carefully arranged. It feels more like a showroom than a home.
The door clicks shut behind me, and I fight the urge to flinch.
"I have to say, Bailey, this is unexpected. But not unwelcome." Nolan says, moving around me in a slow circle.
"I need to talk to you," I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Of course," he says smoothly. "But first…” He holds out his hand. "Give me your phone."
My stomach drops. "What?"
"Your phone," he repeats, his smile never wavering but h
