Chapter 72

As they drove through the winding roads, Abigail stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. The landscape shifted from bustling city to serene countryside.

The journey itself seemed like a metaphor for their lives—a path that was filled with unexpected twists.

Finally, they reached their destination—a quiet town nestled amidst rolling hills. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine trees hung in the air. Samuel parked the car in a cozy inn’s parking lot, and they waited for Johnson.

Minutes turned into an hour, and just when anticipation was turning into anxiety, Johnson’s car pulled up. Abigail’s heart raced as she caught sight of him stepping out.

With his briefcase in hand, Johnson approached them, his face a mix of concern and gratitude.

“Samuel, Abigail,” Johnson greeted them warmly, his voice holding a sense of urgency. “I’m here. What’s going on?”

Samuel took a deep breath, his voice steady as he recounted their journey—the one-night stan