Tessa’s POV
As I got out of my car, I confronted Alfred. "What's the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. But he just stood there, his expression calm and composed.
"Get in the truck," he said, his voice even. "I'll drive you to Chicago."
I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I had so many questions, but I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answers. In the end, curiosity won out, and I got into the truck.
As we drove away from the office, I sat in silence, my mind racing with questions.
I turned to Alfred and said, "Nice car. Did you rob a bank for it?" I tried to keep my voice light and joking, but I couldn't quite shake the suspicion that something was off.
He let out a short, nervous laugh. "No," he said, his voice a little high-pitched and awkward.
