I’M TIGHTENING my grip on the steering wheel as I keep my prayer and hoping that Trevor Hunters will not notice my intention. I’m not good at lying, but I hope he can not notice what I am doing because once he did, he will get mad again.
I wanted to send him the recorded conversation but; I felt like he will not go to hear or even open it. I’m afraid he will act mad again once I did that.
After a few turns, I arrived at our house. There is no car outside. I am wondering if he came. I rang his phone again.
“Where are you?” I asked when he answered the phone.
“I’m in your living room.”
“I’m going. Give me a minute.”
I closed the engine, leaving it outside, and open our gate. When I arrived at the main door, I saw his shoes. He’s here.
The atmosphere was frigid when I tried to stare at him.
“Where is Mrs. Claudia?” I asked.
“She went outside. Might buy something.”
I nodded. “Are you okay now? I mean, are you still mad at me?”