Meredith's POV
I fixed my gaze on Pam, studying her expression as uncertainty hung in the air. The room seemed to echo with unspoken tension, and I couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing within her. Her features, once familiar and comforting, now appeared like an enigma, shrouded in a veil of ambiguity.
As my eyes bore into hers, I sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Pam's countenance betrayed a smirk that lingered on her lips, a smirk that left an uneasy trail in its wake. It was a smirk that raised more questions than it answered, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension clawing at the edges of my consciousness.
