63 The Truth

The atmosphere inside the car thickened with tension as they drove home. Linda, who was seated next to Vladimir had her eyes fixed on the window with the cool air slamming her as they car drove in medium speed. The city lights flicker like stars, casting an eerie glow on the road. Vladimir on the other hand, has his eyes glued to the phone in his hand. His other arm tightly wrapped around Linda's waist.  Linda's mind swarmed with memories of what happened back then. She was betrothed to Angelo's son? Vladimir had told her that he missed his shot on the man as the old man escaped with his guards. She was worried about telling Vladimir the truth. What would he see her as? She steals a glance at him, her heart sinking at the sight of his furrowed brows. His jaw clenched tightly as his fingers ran through the screen of the phone. He looked tired and exhausted with the expression on his face yet he was still holding her like she could escape any moment from now.  As they approached a re