I walked out of the garage, shaking.
The days that followed were painfully quiet.
Henry became even more attentive, watching me constantly. It only made me more uneasy.
I needed answers.
One morning, I pretended to be asleep as he got up early. Through half-closed eyes, I watched him open the safe and take out a thick envelope of cash.
Where was he going with that much money?
“I’m going for a walk,” he whispered, thinking I was asleep.
