Mike paused, his disappointment clear as day.
"It's a perfect night for a stroll, come on!"
I shook my head again.
He pressed on, "Jess, I'm always swamped at work, we rarely get these moments. Let's make the most of it!"
I grew more agitated, raising my voice, "I said no! Go by yourself if you're so keen!"
He glanced down and sighed softly, "Alright, rest up then."
And with that, he was gone.
I tiptoed to the door and watched through the peephole as his figure receded down the hallway.
I finally relaxed, feeling a temporary relief.
"Phew..."
I slumped into the sofa, letting out a long, relieved sigh.
Now what?
Call the cops?
But that old woman's note was pointed inside—cameras couldn't have caught it.
And the incriminating text was on Mike's phone.
No concrete evidence.
Would the cops even take my word for it?
And if Mike knew I was onto him, what would stop him from acting right then and there...?
Thoughts swirling, I was lost in a sea of confusion.
My goodness!
Maybe it was best to pack up and make a break for it before deciding anything else.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
That sound again at the door.
The old woman, perhaps?
Just what I needed—I had a slew of questions for her.