I'm going alone

Larisa’s pov

The human mind has a peculiar way of tormenting us, especially when it urges us to help someone in desperate need. I should have deleted the message without even reading it; it would have spared me the internal struggle. Now, Taylor is using his kindness against me, and it has left me utterly bewildered.

I glanced at the rear-view mirror and caught a glimpse of the driver, who had been avoiding eye contact. As the car moved forward, I felt my palms becoming sweaty. I needed to help Taylor, not for his sake, but for the situation he found himself in. Oh, dear, this is another situation that will inevitably entangle me in his life. I closed my eyes for a moment and an idea came to mind.

"Stop!" I exclaimed, and the driver slowly applied the brakes, eventually parking the car by the side of the road. Before he could say a word, I continued, "Take me back to where you picked me up." The driver looked at me, his face filled with unspoken thoughts, then he turned the c