Alex’s POVEverything about Emilia’s body language told me she didn’t want us getting to the bank. I noticed the way her fingers kept twisting together, the forced smiles when I tried to ask her a question, and the quick glances she threw at me like she was measuring how much time she could waste. She had brought a driver with her, introducing him as Patrick. “He knows the town well and can drive us to the bank,” she said. When I told her I could use a map, she laughed. “I don’t want to stress you,” she added. “Let him drive.”Something about the whole situation rubbed me the wrong way, but I decided not to argue. If she wanted a driver, fine. We settled into the back seat while Patrick took the wheel. Then, halfway down the road, Emilia suddenly spoke again. “There’s a boutique nearby,” she said. “I need to stop there for a moment. I bought some clothes on credit and I should pay for them before the debt piles up.”I didn’t like the delay, but it sounded harmless enough. Patrick
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