Caleb adjusted my seat, telling me to sleep for a while and he would wake me when we got home.
I found a comfortable position and was about to close my eyes when I suddenly noticed something shiny.
I reached out and picked it up. It was a crystal rhinestone, probably from a girl's nail art.
It was very small. If I hadn't adjusted the seat, I might not have noticed it.
Since I got a finger infection from nail art in college, I never did it again. So, this rhinestone couldn't be mine.
Caleb noticed my movement and asked me what was wrong.
I handed the rhinestone to him and asked, "What is this? I found it."
Caleb glanced at it indifferently and said, "I don't know either. My colleague rode in my car before. It might be something from her clothes."
I didn't say anything else. I just silently put the rhinestone away.
Caleb's expression showed no flaw, as if he really didn't know anything.
But it was precisely this nonchalant attitude that deepened my suspicion.
Maybe this was what they called intuition. But I sincerely hoped my intuition was just useless overthinking.
After getting home, Caleb said he had some work to handle and told me to go to bed. I offered to help, but he refused.