Taking a deep breath, I looked up at him, deliberating if I could trust him, and then decided to spill out the details of the past few days—the mysterious note, Dale's warning and subsequent death, the incident with the flower vase, and now the strange balloon that seemed to defy logic.
As I finished recounting the events, Nick straightened his stance; a newfound intensity emanated from him, causing his eyes to darken for a split second.
Without any hesitation, Nick began to rummage through my locker, his hands moving with controlled urgency. I watched in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. But what the hell is he searching for?
The silence hung heavy in the air, only broken by the sounds of shuffling and the faint rustling of objects.
"I found it!" he exclaimed, with a mix o
