Robert froze, staring out the window as Natalie moved toward his car, a bag slung over her shoulder. His chest tightened. “What is she doing?” he whispered. Before he could process, the car’s engine roared to life, startling him. She wasn’t meeting anyone—she was leaving.
The realization hit Robert like a punch—Natalie, the woman they had tried to help, was stealing his car. He stood in the garage, his instincts screaming that he should have trusted them all along. A bitter chill ran through him as the red taillights disappeared into the darkness.