As Edwards and Sherly parked their cars and made their way into his home, a sense of tension hung in the air. Sherly's questioning look spoke volumes, and Edwards braced himself for the inevitable conversation about the lie he had woven to his parents regarding Annabelle.
As the door clicked shut behind them, Edwards felt the weight of Sherly's gaze boring into him. Her questioning expression mirrored the turmoil in his own mind. They threaded through the familiar hallway of Edwards' home, the air thick with unspoken tension.
Sherly's voice sliced through the silence, her words carrying the weight of concern and disbelief. "Why did you lie to your parents about Annabelle?"
Edwards winced inwardly, bracing himself for this confrontation. He knew Sherly well enough to anticipate her sharp inquiries, her unwavering honesty. There was no hiding from her piercing scrutiny.
