Trevor drove back to the house, worry etched deeply across his face and weighing heavily on his heart. He had known something like this would happen, had felt it brewing for some time now.
The unease had lingered in his chest, gnawing at his instincts, but Roman had dismissed it as nothing serious. Still, Trevor had remained on edge.
Now, he didn't have all the details yet, but Daniel's mention of Tessy's mother was enough. If she was involved, then whatever had happened wasn't just a minor incident—it was serious, dangerous even. Trouble was coming, and Trevor could feel it closing in.
When he arrived at the house, Trevor found Roman seated quietly in the living room, his expression unreadable. That alone made Trevor frown.
The entire house was calm—too calm. There was no thick, poisonous aura of anger or chaos choking the atmosphere as he had expected. That in itself was strange. It felt almost as though nothing serious had happened at all.
