Mark placed a cold, canned drink on the table in front of me, and without hesitation, he grabbed another one for himself. Sitting across from me, he wore an unreadable expression.
l wondered of he was really unaware of the reason for my unexpected visit, or perhaps he was just pretending. As my eyes darted between him and the beverage, a wave of apprehension washed over me.
Could I even trust this drink? Would I disappear without a trace like Pauline if I drank it?
My mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, each competing for attention. But our silence was abruptly interrupted by Jason's calm voice, breaking the tension in the room.
"So... what do you want to talk to me about?" He inquired, his fingers firmly gripping the can. I fixated on his hand, trying to find the right words to ex
