125 - Fred

"You're shaking," I told Becca, when she leaned against me as she hurriedly walked out of the building where she lived. "What did you talk about?”

"There's something wrong," Becca said, looking over her shoulders. "Not with this marriage story, but with the time when everything is happening. As far as I remember from college, Elizabeth didn't refuse to go to a party and flirt with people. Since we lived together, she never told me about a possible fiancé or any kind of relationship she had with my boss. Besides, even if their relationship is open, it seems very strange to me that I only know that now. How did they hide for eight years?”

It shouldn't have been more than half an hour since we had arrived at that address, but the sun was already punishing the few who passed through the streets at that moment. Becca wore shorts and a simple shirt, but still made a face when she felt the heat on her skin. My security guards followed us, and those who remained in the cars started and remain