Getting some answers
I couldn’t let her leave without receiving some answers. I stepped forward, trying to keep my voice quiet and steady. “Jenna, wait,” I cried out, hoping she wouldn’t flee. She hesitated, her gaze shifting from me to the car. I could see the conflict on her face. She knew something crucial. My determination hardened. I was not going to go without finding out what was going on.
Getting Some Answers
Questioning Jenna
“Jenna, what are you doing here?” I inquired, my voice steady. She froze, meeting my stare for a fleeting second before moving away. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could see she was considering her options. Her lips moved as if to speak, but she paused. The seconds seemed like hours. Finally, she took a hesitant breath and turned to face me, her countenance troubled.
Questioning Jenna
