Mira Asks Deeper
Mira, Vince’s sister, wasn’t about to let him wriggle free. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward and pressed, “Vince, come on. What’s really going on?” Her voice was steady, cutting clean through his flimsy excuses. The room collectively held its breath, leaning in as if her words had pierced the fog of uncertainty. Vince swallowed hard, clearly rattled by her directness. His usual charm couldn’t shield him now—Mira wasn’t buying it, and neither was anyone else. With that one question, she’d cornered him. The dodge was over.
Mira Asks Deeper
The First Shiver Of Panic
I watched as the color subtly drained from Vince’s face—a flicker of panic finally breaking through his carefully maintained exterior. It was the first genuine crack, and I savored it in silence. His usual swagger was slipping, replaced by a nervous energy he couldn’t quite hide. “Can’t we just enjoy dinner?” he asked with a weak laugh, grasping for normalcy. But the attempt to defuse the moment fell flat. The room was far too captivated by the unfolding drama, and the illusion of a perfect family evening was unraveling right before their eyes.
The First Shiver Of Panic
