When Michael received the text message from Sasha, something told him that things were not right. He felt it deeply in his bones because he couldn't remember the last time Sasha had sent him a text message. He called Gary and told him to get the car ready. He turned off his computer and left his office, meeting Gary in the parking lot.
—Where do you want to go?
—Home.
—Is there a reason or maybe something's wrong?
—I don't know. Sasha sent me a text saying she wants to see me at home.
—Do you think something's wrong? I mean, if she can't wait for you to come back at night.—Michael exhaled a sigh and shook his head slowly. He also thought it was strange and didn't know why he felt nervous. His life over the past month had been filled with happiness, the kind of happiness he had never e
