Phoebe's POV
After I settled into my seat, Harold casually pulled out several snack containers from beneath the coffee table and set them next to me. He motioned for me to help myself, then cut straight to business. "What's your take on the police station's attempt to hold you earlier?"
I could tell Harold had stocked these treats specifically for me.
His question didn't catch me off guard. I'd figured someone as perceptive as Harold would pick up on the deeper currents beneath what happened.
But right now, I was supposed to be just a regular college freshman, barely an adult. There wasn't much I could reveal.
I gave a casual shrug, keeping my tone straightforward and unguarded. "Nothing complicated about it. Someone's obviously working behind the scenes to target me."
I'd mentally braced myself for sabotage, maybe even assassination attempts, the moment I decided to come back.
