SANDRA
The drive to Pete's house was longer than usual. I was going to invite him to the family dinner we were planning, even though that wasn't my real intention anyway.
After Don had met with him a few days ago, he confirmed that he acted suspicious, even though he found nothing wrong with a grown man hiding his relationship.
Really?
Was I the weird one here? Anyway, I was on operation check-on-Pete. According to Don, he sounded a little stressed, and it was possible he hadn't eaten in a while too, so I could as well cook for him.
I headed for the front door, about to knock when it opened instantly.
“Hi Sandra. You are here. Again.” His smile was bright. Just too bright. He was definitely hiding something.
“Hi, Pete. I came to see you today and probably cook for you as well. I
