The tension in the air was palpable as Gabrielle followed Matthew down the dimly lit hallway of the office.
He was quieter than usual, his steps determined, his face set in that familiar hard mask of concentration.
She couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency, a foreboding that lingered like a heavy shadow.
Matthew had barely said anything since the phone call.
The silence between them was a sharp contrast to the usual banter they shared, and Gabrielle could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing against her, though he kept them tightly guarded.
As they reached his office, he opened the door with a swift motion, stepping aside to let her in first. Gabrielle hesitated for a moment, sensing something was off, but stepped inside nonetheless.
The room felt different today—heavier, a
