The room felt like it was holding its breath. A low hum came from the monitor as the security footage played for the fifth time, the blue-tinged screen flickering like it wanted to hide what we already knew. Jenny. Slipping into my room with her familiar practiced grace, her face tight with intention. I watched, silent and cold, as she pulled my journal from beneath the mattress and tucked Richard’s pen into her bag like it was nothing. Like she hadn't just committed the ugliest kind of betrayal.
Richard stood at the far end of the room, fists clenched and shoulders heaving as he paced. The air around him pulsed with restrained fury, a barely contained storm in human form. Nathan sat near the console, brows furrowed in concern, one leg jittering with barely restrained tension as his eyes
