She's too quiet. Her smile doesn't quite fit her lips or reach her eyes. The waver in her breath, in her voice. She didn't stammer like that. A hundred red flags has Chris turning, focus snapping to razor sharp on her. One gentle hand takes her wrist and the other brushes a thumb very briefly by her jaw.

"Amelia...what's wrong? What's happened?" His thoughts race out to options even as his voice is achingly gentle. "Why were you late?"