Her pulse quickened. Why the forest?
She trailed him as best she could, but traffic blocked her view. Soon, his car was gone. Melissa circled aimlessly, panic tightening her chest, until finally she gave up and returned home, her head full of dreadful questions.
When Paul finally walked in that evening, she confronted him.
“Where have you been?” she demanded, voice shaking.
“At the café, working,” he said casually.
But Melissa had had enough. “I followed you. You weren’t at the café. You were in the forest.”