When Sarah returned home that evening, her mind was in turmoil. The cryptic encounter with Selene Archer—her words, her smile, her entire demeanor—had planted a seed of doubt that Sarah couldn’t shake. She resolved to confront Jack immediately, needing clarity before her thoughts spiraled any further.
Jack was in the living room, seated on the couch with a glass of water in hand, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up as Sarah walked in, her expression guarded yet determined.
"Jack," she started, her voice steady but edged with tension, "who is Selene Archer?"
Jack’s hand froze mid-scroll. Slowly, he set his phone down and met her gaze, his brow furrowing. "Why are you asking about her?"
Sarah crossed her arms, taking a step closer. "So it’s true? You do know her?"
Jack leaned bac
