Cryptic words
His words were cryptic, and I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. The weight of his stare felt like a burden. “What do you mean, careful?”
I asked, slipping the ring back onto my finger. It felt different now, heavier—like a foreign object pressing against my skin.
The jeweler’s lingering gaze made me feel as though I was on the verge of uncovering something deeply unsettling.