For a moment, Sebastian felt the tension rise between them. He wanted to argue, to push for answers, but without a valid reason or warrant, he knew he was overstepping. Reluctantly, he stepped back, unsure of what to believe.
Returning to the car, Sebastian’s thoughts raced. His gut screamed that something was wrong, but there was nothing he could officially do—no proof, no reason to act. As he drove away, the empty window haunted him, leaving questions he couldn’t shake.