The café atmosphere remained strained, a palpable tension lingering even after Alyson's attempt to lighten the mood. Skye, feeling the weight of the unresolved issues and the stress of the ongoing search, suddenly stood up, his expression distant.
"I need some air," Skye mumbled, his voice carrying a weariness that hadn't been there before. He left the table without meeting anyone's eyes, and the door chimed softly as he stepped out into the night.
Presly watched him leave, a frown creasing her brow. "What's going on with Skye? He's been acting strange lately."
Jasper, never one to mince words, voiced his concern. "I think he's playing games, Presly. Always acting like the peacemaker, but I'm not buying it."
Brad, ever the mediator, tried to offer a different perspective. "Maybe he's j
