"Greta..." Fiona's voice broke the tension as it reverberated through the room, her expression filled with genuine concern. She extended her hand, gently gripping Aunt Greta's hand and soothingly rubbing the back of it with her fingers. It seemed she was attempting to placate Aunt Greta, who was now breathing rapidly as if her emotions had taken over.
However, Aunt Greta swiftly withdrew her hand, apologizing, "I'm sorry for losing control." Her gaze fixed on me, her eyes narrowing as she asked, "But I still want to know what he has planned. You do have a plan, don't you?"
I responded to her question with a firm nod, gathering my thoughts before taking a deep breath and articulating, "I want all of you to come with me," making my intention clear.
