Ezra drove down the road, sharply dressed for his meeting, while Shane occupied the passenger seat, also suited up, intently focused on his phone.
The drive had started peacefully, with the wind tousling their hair as they sped along.
However, Ezra's expression tightened, deep furrows forming on his brow as a storm of thoughts brewed in his mind. He found himself increasingly troubled, and the source of his frustration boiled down to Shane and Evie. He had no insight into their activities, but every time he caught sight of them together, anger simmered just beneath the surface—he couldn't pinpoint why.
Just then, Shane erupted into laughter, throwing his head back in a jovial fit. Ezra didn't need to guess; it was crystal clear that it involved Evie.
The two seemed inseparable, and Ezra's discontent festered.
Why was Shane so brazenly pursuing Evie? Why was she not putting a stop to it? Did she not understand the implications it had for their relationship?
