The room was eerily quiet, save for the relentless tapping of Graham’s fingers on his phone.
The tension hung thick, a suffocating fog that wrapped around them and refused to lift.
Lily sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers on the hem of her shirt, eyes flicking between Graham and Maya with mounting dread.
The silence was maddening.
Her chest ached from the weight of unspoken fears, and every second that passed only made her stomach churn harder.
Maya stood in front of the window, arms tightly crossed over her chest, jaw clenched.
She kept pacing back and forth like a lioness trapped in a cage, her heels thudding against the wooden floor.
Her usually composed face was twisted with worry.
“Still nothing?” Lily’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the sil
