Dante's POV
I watched as Morgan walked out of the station without sparing neither Winston nor I a glance. Something was up with her. Something she didn't feel comfortable telling me. Or maybe something she didn't want to tell anybody.
"Seems like she's pissed at you." I said to Winston as he appeared beside me after Morgan had left. He didn't reply but just stared at the taxi she boarded. "Why do I feel like she has seen through your fake life and the mask of lies you've been putting on."
"Believe what you want to." He said before turning to leave. He stopped turning to face me. "I saw the both of you talking before I came, did she perhaps..." He paused.
"Perhaps tell me where she was going?" I finished the sentence for him.
"Yes. Did she?"
"And why do you care." He turned to face
