Philip
"Are you Ms. Mitchell's husband?" Mrs. Henderson, a woman in her sixties, inquired, her brow furrowed.
It was only noon, and Alex and I found ourselves here after discovering that Sarah had rented apartment number 5 near BM Technologies.
"Yes," I confirmed to Mrs. Henderson.
"I didn't know Ms. Mitchell was married," she remarked, seeming surprised.
"She informed me that we were to stay here for a month, assuming I'd be departing Highland Hills next week to join her. I intended to surprise her by arriving today," I explained.
Naturally, it's a lie! Even if I were to apply pressure to Sarah's nose, she wouldn't disclose her whereabouts. Nevertheless, I find comfort in the belief that she's alone and not lodging at the Martins' mansion or Amir Benner's residence.
Despite my rea
