I asked Adam a few times to tell me what he had in mind, but he only replied with, “You’ll see.” Although before leaving, he wrote a note for his father and stuck it on the refrigerator so he wouldn’t worry in case he woke up in the middle of the night and realized that his son was missing.
“So how are we getting wherever you’re taking us?” I said with a light chuckle after Adam left the house from the door and carefully closed it behind it.
“By foot,” he answered when he reached me. “It wouldn’t take long. Just around ten to fifteen minutes.”
We walked in silence for some while, making small talk. He asked me what had happened to my face worriedly and I told him about my incidence with Tommy and how we were taken to the police-station by cops and how we tried to get out
