THE drive home was nothing but tensed— inside the car with Hazel, even Hazel could feel the tension. And it was a silent ride too, neither of them spoke up. Calmness drove all the way home with them.
The minute they dropped off at home, the calm shattered.
Amelia paced the living room, her pulse racing. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Hazel had said it was just the two of them hanging out, how come he was there?
‘Just the two of us.’ Her words echoed.
Had Adrian influenced Hazel? Manipulated her? Planted an idea? Which exactly did he do?
The questions ran mad in her head, making her boil in anger.
“What's the meaning of all these?” She rhetorically asked, reaching for her phone.
It almost trembled in her fingers as she typed a short text.
**Meet me at 7:30.
