Tears welled up in my eyes, their briny streams blurring my vision as a heavy lump lodged in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Clutching the bag tightly in my trembling hand, I struggled to comprehend what lay before me.
Linda seemed to notice my presence, her gentle touch caressing Alex's head while their kiss deepened. It struck me that she wasted no time in seeking him out after we left the dressing shop, reveling in her triumph and flaunting a victorious smile as if she had secured her prized possession—Alex.
Instinctively, I recoiled, overwhelmed by an urge to flee coursing through my veins. However, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, swiftly muffling my voice by covering my mouth and forcefully pulling me into the ominous depths of the hallway.
Barely audible, I caught Alex's voice, tinged with uncertainty, "Who's there?"
"Nobody. Perhaps the cleaning lady," Linda replied before shutting the door.
