The classroom was a welcome distraction, the familiar routine grounding me.
But even as I took notes, my mind drifted back to the biker.
Why had he stopped?
What did he know that the rest of us didn’t?
And the woman—what was her story?
The answers seemed as elusive as ever, slipping through my fingers every time I thought I had a grasp.
When class ended, I lingered outside, the night air cool against my skin.
Students filtered out around me, their voices a murmur of plans and worries that seemed trivial in comparison.
As I walked home, the quiet streets stretched out before me, each step echoing in the stillness.
The meeting was tomorrow, and with it, the chance to finally unravel the truth.
Or at least, part of it.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
