There was no one Clara could ask questions, even though she really wanted to. Jones was driving in front and Dylan sat beside her. But she saw no reason why she should ask him anything about his father, whom she thought was long dead. What else was he hiding? She thought to herself.
"Is there something in your mind?" Dylan suddenly asked.
Clara wasn't sure he had talked to her but who else would it be? From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Dylan's gaze on her. Clara's heart began to beat. "How could he have possibly known that she had something on her mind? Could he read people's minds as well?" She thought to herself.
"What?" she said.
"I can tell that you have something on your mind." Dylan insisted.
"No…No, I don't." She tried to deny it.
'Is that so?" Dylan said.
"I do not ha
