Indications of Distress
“Susan didn’t look happy,” Jake continued, scratching his head as if piecing together a puzzle. “Her husband… he seemed controlling, kept interrupting her.” The group nodded, their shared observations adding weight to the moment. The picture they painted was troubling, and it made me all the more eager to meet her husband in person—what was really happening behind those closed doors?
Indications Of Distress
Guided by Linda
As I turned to leave, a soft voice called out. “Talk to Mr. Thompson at the grocery store,” a woman named Linda advised. “He knows the family pretty well.” I nodded in thanks, realizing that unexpected allies could appear in the most unlikely places—this diner visit hadn’t been wasted. Who knew how many layers of secrets I was about to uncover? Only time would reveal what Mr. Thompson might share.
Guided By Linda
