A Hidden Frame
As the dishes were cleared away, I took a quiet moment to steady myself and glanced toward the bedroom closet. Inside, hidden from view, was a frame holding the undeniable evidence of Vince’s betrayal—a constant, silent reminder of what I was about to reveal. My nerves buzzed like live wires, tension humming through every inch of me, but I knew I couldn’t falter now.
A Hidden Frame
Tim’s Promotion
Vince’s brother, Tim, completely unaware of the tension simmering beneath the surface, proudly launched into a story about his recent promotion. “Finally made it to manager,” he announced, beaming with pride. The table lit up with congratulations, and for a brief moment, the spotlight was his. “Way to go, Tim!” I chimed in with the others, masking my anticipation with a smile—just another moment of cheerful family chatter marking the silent countdown to the main event.
Tim’s Promotion
