Eighty-two

John helped Sharon into the car, then followed behind, and sat down close to her.

Sharon had called him demanding to see, which be wasted no time immediately he got off work, and hurried to see her.

Sharon lean on his chest, while he strokes her hair gently, with thoughts running through Sharon's mind.

She had something to tell him, but she doesn't know how to do it. John's instinct told him something wasn't right, which he didn't take likely and decided to ask.

"Wifey, you look dull, you didn't sound lively on the phone, hope I haven't done something wrong?" He asked with a bit of worry in his tone.

"Father came to check up on me last night, he said I wasn't safe, and the same night a girl was kidnap." She breathe out.

John quickly lifted her off his chest, staring at her with wide eyes. Sharon cast her gaze on her hands, playing with her nails.

"Why would he say that? What do you mean?"

"I don't know, I'm also perplexed. The same man who saved from the reporter was with him." She re