OWAIN LUTHER
The second we pulled into the driveway, she was out of the car, not even sparing me a glance. I didn’t bother calling her back.
By the time I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, my eyes landed on Malcom’s questioning and heavy gaze.
And Karima? She just stood there like the Statue of Liberty—still, stubborn, holding her ground.
From the look on Malcom’s face, I could tell he’d already grilled her. The air between them was thick enough to choke on.
"I didn’t think it took almost three hours to buy a beer from the store down the street," Malcom said, his eyes locked on me. His tone was more accusation than curiosity.
I honestly don't know if that was something he needed me to answer anyway.
"The car broke down," I said casually.
A scoff answered me.
"Were you wi
