Confrontation begins
John’s smile filled the room, but I was unable to reciprocate. Dinner was a tense, silent affair, with unspoken words and long glances. After we finished eating, I took his hand and led him into the living room. I sat him down and retrieved the ring from my pocket, the chilly metal sending shivers down my spine. It was time to confront the reality.
Confrontation Begins
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A trembling question
“Where did you get this?” I inquired, my voice wavering despite my efforts to remain firm. John’s eyes widened at first, confused expression on his face. Then a flash of recognition. His pupils dilated slightly, indicating that he understood exactly what I was pointing out. The slight change in his demeanor verified my darkest worries. He knew something.
A Trembling Question
