Pretending to be still angry, I turned my head away with a pout. "No. I was planning to take a picture for another man."
Hearing that, Wilbur lunged at me, but I pushed him away.
Even though I wanted to believe him, a lingering unease still clung to me.
That night, I didn’t let him touch me. To my surprise, he didn’t push, just held me close as we fell asleep.
The next morning, he told me he was going home to visit his parents—his usual routine whenever he was back.
But something inside me just didn’t sit right. So, I decided to follow him.
Before I left, I called my best friend.
She sighed dramatically on the other end. "Naomi, are you serious? You sound paranoid. How could there be something between them when your boyfriend calls her "niece" and she calls him "uncle?" I think you're just stressed out. Why don’t you take a couple of days off and go on a trip with Wilbur?"
But I refused to back down. "My gut instinct is never wrong. If I don’t figure this out, I’ll never let it go."