Trevor got into the car calmly, a weary smile playing on his face.
He knew exactly how strange things were about to get given what he had discovered earlier today.
He stepped inside, adjusted himself in the passenger seat, and pulled the door shut with a firm tug.
He looked straight at Miss Bella.
Her face looked stressed and tired, as if she had just woken up from a very short and unsatisfying sleep.
Trevor didn't speak at all; he just watched her in silence. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere, her eyes fixed on the school exit as if she were waiting for something specific.
After about ten minutes, she finally saw what she was looking for. A black Rolls Royce pulled out of the school driveway and onto the main road.
Immediately, Miss Bella's nerves seemed to relax. She turned to Trevor and offered him a calm, tired smile.
"Where is your house located? I'll drop you off," she said softly.
