I observe the knowing look on their faces, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I decide to leave them and follow Miller, my eyes fixed on his back as he walks away.
The sound of his heavy footsteps echoes through the house, making it easy for me to trail behind him. As I follow him, I catch glimpses of the opulent interior of the house. The lavish decor and expensive-looking furniture are impressive, but my attention is focused on Miller's strange behavior. His unnecessary outburst, tensed body language and quick pace showed me that he was trying to escape something or someone.
Miller enters a room, and I quickly follow him, jamming the door shut behind me before he can lock it. "What's going on with you?" I demand, my voice firm but laced with concern.
Miller's response was immedi
