Hoping for an explanation
They walked across the lot in silence. Paul’s shoes crunched softly on the gravel. Carter stayed close to his side, protective without saying a word. Mr. Samson trailed just a step behind.
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Paul kept wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans, his mind swinging wildly between dread, guilt, and a desperate hope that Evelyn could explain everything.
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