Jessica sat in the passenger seat and immediately spotted Timothy.
Herbert was behind the wheel, eyes sharp on the road ahead, but he couldn’t miss Timothy either.
They were almost at Jessica’s house now, and the car slowed considerably. Herbert glanced at her, sensing her anxiety.
Without hesitation, Jessica signed, “Herbert, just keep driving.”
The last thing she wanted was to run into Timothy—especially now, with Herbert by her side. Knowing Timothy’s temper, she could already imagine the argument that would follow.
Herbert pressed his foot to the gas.
Out on the sidewalk, Timothy was standing face-to-face with Secretary Allen, his gaze fixed on the passing traffic. Something about the car caught Timothy’s attention—a flash of familiarity.
Secretary Allen noticed Timothy staring and turned to look as well.
“Ma’am…”
But the car sped by without even a pause.
Through the window, Timothy caught sight of Jessica. He took an unconscious step forward, but the vehicle was already disappearing down the block.
A stormy darkness settled over Timothy’s face, his presence turning icy and oppressive. Secretary Allen ducked his head, barely daring to breathe.
If they could see Jessica, then they could see Herbert as well.
Only when Herbert’s car vanished from sight did Timothy finally tear his gaze away. His voice was cold and low as he called out, “Allen.”
Secretary Allen snapped to attention.
Timothy’s frosty stare was unreadable. “You’ve been here all day. When did he show up?”
Secretary Allen’s heart sank, but he didn’t dare withhold the truth. “When I arrived this morning, Mr. Herbert was getting here too. He and Mrs. Lawson went to the cemetery together.”
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