“Not really. I asked – believe me – but he’d just smile and tell me that he had it handled.” Her entire face scrunches up. “But, the closer it got to…” She swallows as if it’s physically painful to say the word. “I could tell he was nervous about something, but he wouldn’t say what. He started telling me that things could go wrong. He insisted that we stop following each other on social media. He didn’t want public association with me if ‘things got dangerous.’”
HMMMM 👀
