We Carry On
Ignoring Vince’s growing discomfort, the family carried on chatting, their casual conversations allowing him to sit uncomfortably in the mess he’d created. Every laugh, every seemingly light comment only amplified the contrast—serving as a quiet, relentless reminder of the betrayal lingering in the air. It was the calm before the storm, a deceptive stillness that kept everyone relaxed yet on edge, waiting for the inevitable truth to break through. Maya glanced at me with a knowing look, fully attuned to the tension simmering just beneath the surface. Vince shifted once more, the weight of silent judgment pressing down harder with each passing second.
We Carry On
The Air Crackles
The room practically crackled with tension, thick enough to touch. Every gaze was locked on Vince, tracking his restless fidgeting as the spotlight of suspicion burned hotter. A heavy silence settled in, amplifying the charged atmosphere—an unspoken invitation for the conversation everyone was dying to hear. Vince sat on edge, his once-effortless charm now fading with every second under the weight of the room’s scrutiny. I remained quiet, letting the pressure rise, knowing full well that the silence was doing exactly what I needed it to.
The Air Crackles
