Back at Tristan's home, Lily and Lyla sat on the couch, a sense of unease washed over them. Their gazes met, and they exchanged a knowing look, their intuition aligning.
Lyla spoke first, her voice low and serious, "Little sis, do you feel that too? It's like something's not right. I can't shake this feeling that there's another woman involved with Tristan."
Lily nodded in agreement, her eyes narrowed in concern. "I've been sensing it too, but I can't put my finger on it. It's like a shadow lurking in the corners of his mind. We need to find out what's going on later on, Lyla, for Tristan's sake."
Lyla stood up, determination in her eyes. "Then let's go find him, right now. We can't just sit here while he might be in some mess. He wouldn't want us to wait."
