C17 Can you listen to me, please
The moment I stepped into the dimly lit room, I felt the air shift—thick, suffocating, and heavy with tension. Alex was pacing near the window, his silhouette a restless shadow against the moonlight. Precious sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. Reid was asleep in the next room, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him.
“Adeline
