Tiana spent the whole evening shifting from one end of the living room to the other, like someone carrying a burning secret she could no longer suppress.
The curtains were drawn, the room dimly lit except for the standing lamp beside the couch.
The air felt unsettled, heavy, and even the silence inside the mansion sounded uneasy. She finally stopped pacing and sat slowly, pressing her two palms together as though she was praying with her own fear.
“James… we have to do something first,” she whispered without looking at him. Her voice trembled slightly, and her breathing was uneven. “I know Sarah. She won’t forgive what happened. She won’t stop until she ends me.”
James looked up from his laptop, tired from the day, not really prepared for another confrontation. “Tiana, we already tal
