The moment they got back into the car, April sat stiffly, her arms crossed as she stared out of the window.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened.
Why had Richard agreed so easily?
Why would Mr. Sinclair specifically ask for her to bring the documents alone?
The whole thing felt wrong.
April’s fingers curled into fists on her lap. Every few seconds, she stole a glance at Richard, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
He ignored her completely, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road like he didn’t notice anything.
But she knew better.
He noticed.
She kept glaring at him, waiting for him to say something, to give her some sort of explanation. But he remained silent, as if nothing had happened.
Finally, after
