Chapter 23

A few minutes later, we had driven out of that lonely way, heading down the familiar route that led to the packhouse. I could feel Wesley's occasional gaze at me, like he was waiting for me to actually say something.

"How did you find me?" I asked, breaking the silence, deciding to come up with a topic that would probably make him forget whatever he had in mind to say.

He glanced at me, looking back at the road and let out a small sign before speaking. "I knew you were up to something Valerie, you're like an open book. So why did you go there?"

"Drop it Wesley, I just wanted to check it out. Nothing else." I folded my arms, fixing my gaze on the window.

"What were you running from?"

"Nothing, just forget about it, I'm fine." I pressed my lips tightly against each other, trying to ignore the guilt feeling rising in me after my voice came out quite harsh than I expected. I felt even more guilty when he did not say a word, but instead focused on driving. He was only being caring, but