Tracking the money
I spent hours looking for where the money went, which led me to an unfamiliar location in another town. I jotted down the facts, noting that it was not a destination we had ever visited together. My pulse hammered as I looked at the address on my laptop. I couldn’t leave this mystery unresolved. What or who was he hiding? I realized I needed to face the matter head on.
Tracking The Money
Driving to location
I drove to the spot, determined that I couldn’t confront him without further evidence. Anxiety overtook me as I explored new streets. The weight of the voyage seemed heavy, and each mile made my nerves tighter. Finally, I got to the place and parked a few houses down to observe. My mind raced with possibilities, but I braced myself for anything I may discover. I needed answers, regardless of the cost.
Driving To Location
