Lingering questions
As days passed, questions about Olivia’s past lingered stubbornly like shadows. The pressure to uncover the truth weighed on us.
“What’s bothering you?” Olivia asked, sensing something wasn’t right. I hesitated, then smiled.
“Just work,” I replied, masking my thoughts. Each action was carefully watched, every word under a microscope of anxiety.
We moved cautiously, trying not to let her notice the underlying fear we all shared, hoping to find answers before more stress built up.