what happened during those rides.
Perhaps I was genuinely falling asleep.
Perhaps Marcus was stopping somewhere along the way.
Perhaps there was an innocent explanation for everything.
But I needed to hear it for myself.
So when Julian announced another late meeting and Marcus offered to collect me, I switched on the recorder before leaving the office.
I didn’t tell either of them.
That evening, Marcus arrived as usual.
He greeted me with a cheerful smile.
“Ready to go?”
I nodded.
He handed me a bottle of water.
“You look exhausted.”
“Thanks, Marcus.”
I took a small sip and placed the bottle in the cup holder.
We drove through downtown traffic.
He asked about my workload.
I told him I was finishing several complicated financial reports.
He made a joke about accountants never getting enough sleep.
I laughed.
Then, sometime later, my thoughts began feeling unusually heavy.
The last thing
