Evan’s Suspicious Driving
Evan drove across town, frequently glancing nervously at the rearview mirror, as if he sensed someone was following him. The more jumpy he seemed, the more my anxiety grew. With every turn, his movements felt calculated, like he was trying to shake off a tail—unaware that the person trailing him was his own sister, desperate to uncover what was really going on in his life.
Evan’s Suspicious Driving
The Nondescript Building
Eventually, Evan pulled up next to a plain, nondescript building. I watched him hurry inside, eyes darting around like he was starring in a spy thriller. I stayed back, my mind racing with questions—what was really going on here? Was this just work, or something far more serious? The building’s dull exterior gave away nothing, and I waited anxiously, hoping for any clue about Evan’s mysterious visit.
The Nondescript Building
