As usual, Paul replied with a calm, “At the café, working.” His nonchalance in the face of her mounting anxiety triggered something deep within her, and she could no longer hold back her anger. “I followed you today, Paul,” she said, her voice shaking with a mix of rage and fear.
“I saw you go into the forest. You weren’t at the café.” Paul froze, his expression that of a deer caught in headlights. Paul froze, his expression that of a deer caught in headlights. His face twisted in anger as he responded, “Why were you following me, Melissa? Don’t you trust me at all?”