Whispers and Glances
They didn’t stay in view for long—Madelyn and the man slipped behind the hedges, their voices reduced to hushed whispers I couldn’t quite make out. Her frequent glances toward the window only heightened my suspicion. Was she afraid I might be watching? I stayed perfectly still, careful not to make a sound, my eyes locked on the scene. Each quick glance she shot in my direction felt like a silent warning, a subtle hint that something was off—but I still couldn’t quite grasp what it was.
Whispers And Glances
Holding Back Anger
My anger simmered just beneath the surface, but I forced myself to hold it in. Charging in now would only blow any chance I had of uncovering the truth. I needed to stay calm, composed, and observant. So I stayed put, biting back my emotions and letting my curiosity lead the way. Deep down, I knew there was more to Madelyn than I’d realized—something hidden behind the smiles and familiar routines—and I was determined to find out exactly what it was.
Holding Back Anger
