Chapter 68 I Am Not Here For Babysitting

• Hazel's eyes darted around Francisco's room, contemplating the best way to search for the drive she believed he had safely tucked away. The closet seemed like a logical place.
• His room exuded an air of security, adding to Hazel's conviction that the drive must be stored somewhere well-protected. A dilemma lingered in her mind — should she risk opening the closet? The potential reward battled with the fear of invading Francisco's privacy.
• Frustrated by the lack of alternatives, Hazel pressed her lips together, determined to find a solution. Her gaze shifted to his table where the laptop and phone sat, tempting her with the possibility of uncovering the elusive drive. She took a deep breath, silently imploring divine intervention.