Elsa
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “He sent me a couple of messages, and I called him back to let him know I was alright,” I replied, trying to make it seem casual like it didn’t matter. But I could feel the weight of the truth pressing down on me.
Adam’s eyes narrowed, suspicion deepening. “Why would he be worried, Elsa?” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous. “What happened between you two? How did you leave things with him?”
I could see where this was headed, and my heart began to race. I didn’t want to have this conversation here, not in the car, not like this. “Can we not do this here, please?” I asked, my voice pleading. But Adam’s face hardened, anger flickering in his eyes.
“Did you sleep with him, Elsa?” he asked, his voice rising, and I flinched. The question h
