A sense of unease
The unease in his tone twisted my stomach into knots. As he looked at me with questioning eyes, I let out a nervous laugh, trying to break the unsettling atmosphere.
“This is just a misunderstanding,” I thought, brushing it off casually. Yet, my laughter sounded hollow even to my own ears.
The jeweler’s silence was deafening, hinting that something more ominous lurked beneath the surface.