Sealed envelope
They looked too friendly, and the mysterious man handed Markon a sealed envelope. It was white, crisp, and possibly contained something devastating.
I felt the anger rising within me as I watched from my concealed spot. My mind raced with possibilities—financial documents, illicit plans, or something more sinister?
Markon and Vanessa’s relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with my escalating anxiety, underscoring the divide between their world and mine.
This was bigger than I had imagined.