Kyren’s brow furrowed as he watched Alexander’s sleek black car pull into my driveway again. He was parked across the street in his old truck, hidden behind some old bushes, his hands gripping the steering wheel. This wasn’t the first time he had noticed Alexander visit my house frequently. At first, he had brushed the thoughts off as business-related since my dad worked closely with Alexander. But this time... it felt different.
He had been to my house three times this week alone, always showing up unannounced and staying late into the night. Kyren hated the unease bubbling in his chest, the suspicion that something wasn’t right.
He checked his phone, but there was still no reply from me. I had been distant for weeks, dodging his texts, avoiding meeting up with him, always offering hal
