
The evening wore on, and as darkness enveloped Chris’s home, Linda’s unease intensified. She couldn’t help but notice a hushed, conspiratorial conversation taking place between Elizabeth and her son. Their furtive glances in Linda’s direction sent a shiver down her spine.
As the seconds ticked by, Linda’s anxiety surged, and she fervently wished for an escape, or at the very least, the ground to swallow her whole. The weight of their silent scrutiny bore down on her, making her question what secrets might be unraveling, and whether she was prepared for the implications of whatever was happening in that private exchange.