WILLOW
There’s traffic. The road in front of us is blocked. Vincent grinds his jaw, seeming to make up his mind about something. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s related to what he’s about to tell me.
“I thought it was the right call to keep bulk of the truth from you but now I realize that if I had just told you everything in detail, you would have acted differently.”
He’s staring at me now. His eyes are hard as they usually are. He’s gripping the wheels tightly, causing the veins in his hands to bulge.
“I’m guessing you want me to know.” I smile at him. “It’s alright Vincent. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it.”
“I know you can,” he lets out a heavy breath. “The boss just wishes for you to have as normal a college experience as possible. It’s why he’s been keepi
