~CHAPTER 60~
I was running late, and the thought of being tardy made my stomach twist into knots. Glancing over at Michael, who was too focused on the road ahead.
"How many more minutes?" I whispered, tapping my legs impatiently, feeling the anxiousness creeping as the minutes ticked by.
I needed to drop by the apartment to drop off the food Michael had kindly ordered for Aria and Frank.
They would still be at work but when they come they needed food and I bet they would love to have this fancy meal.
"About twenty minutes before you start work," Michael replied, turning a corner and I nodded, drifting my eyes back to the window.
The buildings and streets blurred together, and I tried counting them but I couldn't focus.
A dreadful feeling that I couldn't shake off, no matter what I did had settled in the pit of my stomach.
I frowned, hating this strange feeling and trying to pinpoint the source of my discomfort.