In the ten minutes of silence, this was the first time anyone spoke. My eyes darted between Mr. Adam and Mr. Finley.
For reasons I couldn’t explain, nervousness washed over me. There was no real need to feel this way, but I did. Clearing my throat, I said, “Yes, please?”
Mr. Finley turned to me, his expression unreadable. “I want to talk about what happened yesterday.”
I blinked in confusion. “What?”
He replied calmly, “I’m sorry about your kidnapping yesterday.”
His words hit me like a shockwave. Why was he apologizing? Was Mr. Finley involved in my kidnapping?
I couldn’t stop myself. “Why are you apologizing? Mr. Finley, were you behind my kidnapping?”
My voice cracked, and emotion overwhelmed me. Tears welled up in my eyes despite my best efforts to hold them back. Don’t cry, Car
