He snatched his car keys and trailed her at a safe distance, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Zoe, with Rex in the backseat, seemed anxious. A ten-minute drive ended at a desolate gas station. George parked across the street, his gaze fixed on Zoe, a bundle of nerves.
For twenty long minutes, she disappeared inside. George’s mind swirled with questions. What was she doing? She hadn’t refueled; what was unfolding inside that quiet building? Zoe emerged, quickly got into her car, and sped off. George, thinking quickly, detoured to a bakery. He needed an alibi – a reason for his absence when Zoe returned home.