Gloria, lying on the couch with Matilda attending to her injuries, tensed, her eyes fixated on the door. Alicia, standing nearby, her protective instincts heightened, subtly shifted into a defensive stance. Matilda, holding a vial of antidote, paused mid-motion, her eyes narrowing in a mix of curiosity and caution.
As the trio awaited the revelation of the uninvited guest, the room itself seemed to hold its breath, caught in the suspended moment before the impending reveal. The ambiance, once a sanctuary for healing and confidences, transformed into an arena of uncertainty, echoing with the unspoken question of who had disrupted the delicate equilibrium.
The tension in the room escalated as the door swung open further, revealing the unexpected visitor. With an air of quiet determination, Christon stepped into the room, his presence commanding attention. His confident strides carried him towards Gloria, each step echoing in the charged silence.
