Chapter 13: She’s having symptoms
At the next moment, Angel surprisingly found herself seated at the backseat of Tryson’s car while he drove.
She had been determined not to leave, but Tryson, despite her resistance, had managed to coax her into the car.
Her defiance was palpable, yet Tryson remained undeterred, taking his place behind the wheel, the hum of the engine filling the tense silence between them.
The sun, now beginning to set on the horizon, cast its warm, golden rays across the landscape. As she stood in front of the gate, feeling as determined as ever, Angel felt the quiet weight of the day settling in, and with the sinking sun, her determination began to waver.
She knew she couldn’t let Tryson win so easily, especially when she still had to speak to Arthur, but in that moment, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of futility creeping in.
Time seemed to stretch as the car sped along, the silence between them growing thicker. Angel, lost in her thoughts, remained awkwardly silent, staring out the window.
Just as Tryson pulled up to the house, he was about to say something, but before he could speak, Angel swiftly opened the door and stepped out, leaving him no time to react.
With a frustrated sigh, Tryson followed suit, unbuckling his seatbelt and stepping out of the car.
He hurried after her into the house, calling her name, but Angel refused to acknowledge his words. In a moment of desperation, he reached out and caught her wrist, turning her around sharply to face him.