Vague warnings
Paul’s vague warnings made me wary but only more determined to find the truth. “You’re not telling me everything, Paul,” I said, frustration edging my voice. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve said too much already. Just be careful, and trust your instincts,” he cautioned. Despite his cryptic tone, his concern was clear. His words only steeled my resolve to dig deeper—answers felt within reach, yet frustratingly out of grasp.
Vague Warnings
Advice from Paul
Paul urged me to hire a private investigator and handed me a business card. “You should talk to Carla—she’s excellent at what she does,” he said firmly. That card felt like a lifeline in the middle of my chaos. “Thanks, Paul,” I whispered, gripping it tightly. He gave me a brief, reassuring smile before heading out. His suggestion stuck with me, offering a fresh path forward in my desperate quest for answers.
Advice From Paul
