"Samuel, are you upset?" Angela asked cautiously, her gaze searching mine as if she could read my thoughts. "I don't want this either, but my mom's treatment costs a fortune every day. The doctor said this last round will help her get better. Please, for my sake, can you just hang in there a little longer?"
I exhaled slowly, forcing a smile. "It's okay, Angela. I'll do it. Just don't worry."
Her eyes brightened as she pulled something from her bag and placed it in my hand. "This is the hotel room key. She wants to meet at nine tonight. Just remember to be on time."
For some reason, her overly eager tone sent a chill down my spine. Holding the room key, I felt a heavy knot in my stomach.
"Okay."
A dark smudge marred Angela's flawless face, and I leaned down, ready to wipe it away. But she turned her head, looking uncomfortable. "Let's just head back to school now."
I was caught off guard, my hand lingering in the air as I managed a resigned smile.
Angela seemed to think I wanted to kiss her.
At nine o'clock, I arrived at the hotel room as promised.
[Ms. Johnson, I'm here.] I sent a message in the new chat.