As I stepped out of the complex, there wasn't a cooling relief in the chill in the nighttime air for me. The explosive outburst by Nathaniel still played in my head, and I couldn't shake away this nervous energy creeping down my chest.
I had never seen him like this. So stiff and out of place. And Lucas running out there in a dash? That raised another flag.
Something was going down, and I was in the middle of it and not exactly looking for it.
I walked towards my gate, fists clenched tightly in my bag. Maybe I should just forget about it. It would be better if I didn't know.
But deep inside myself, I knew I couldn't.
As I turned and hit the road, I couldn't help but wonder--what is Nathaniel hiding, and why does time keep seeming like it is running out for me to know about it?
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