A nervous walk
Eventually, Mark decided to follow his aunt’s instructions. He waited a while to collect his thoughts, trying to calm his racing heart. After forty tense minutes, he locked the truck and made sure the boxes were well hidden again. He started his walk to the café, as his aunt had requested, hoping to get some answers. His mind raced as he walked, each step feeling heavier as he wondered what lay ahead.
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