ISLA
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The drive through the city street was quiet. Lorenzo sat at the wheel, his focus on the road ahead of him while I kept my hands folded in my lap, pretending to focus on the view.
In truth, I was watching him.
I knew that he knew I had tried to listen in on their conversation. I didn’t know when my legs carried me down to his office but as soon as I found myself there, my phone started ringing. It was Sophia calling but I had immediately declined the call and run away, leaving my curiosity unfulfilled.
The fact that he didn’t try to check who was at the door made me certain he already knew who it was.
I felt embarrassed.
I expected him to ask me about it after he was done but he merely invited me to dinner. It was strange, unsettling, and oddly infuriating.
“You keep starin
