Elena had hurried to the washroom, leaving Derek alone in their room. He watched her retreating figure, the door clicking as she locked it behind her. The room felt emptier, devoid of her presence, and Derek was left to grapple with the knowledge he held.
Derek clenched his fists, frustration welling up within him. He understood Elena's need for privacy, but he was compelled to see just how far she would go to maintain her façade.
With a determined resolve, Derek grabbed his coat and slipped it on. His footsteps echoed in the hallway as he made his way toward the dining room.
**
I descended the stairs quickly, my eyes searching for Derek amidst the vibrant chatter of the dining room. Spotting him, I approached with an attempt at a nonchalant smile, taking a seat beside him. His untouched breakfast caught my attention, and a pang of concern nudged at my conscience.
