The tension in the room was palpable as Jane and I sat down on the sofa, facing my parents. My father's expression was grave, while my mother wrung her hands nervously in her lap. I felt Jane's hand slip into mine, squeezing it gently for support.
"What's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're scaring us."
My father took a deep breath before speaking. "We've received a letter from your aunt and uncle, Jane's parents."
I felt Jane stiffen beside me. "What... what did it say?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
My mother leaned forward, her eyes full of concern. "Jane, dear, they're very worried about you. They say you left without their permission, and they want you to come home immediately."
Jane's grip on my hand tightened. "That's not true!" she exclaimed
