When they arrived home, the atmosphere between Abby and Remo was heavy with unspoken thoughts. The tension from their earlier encounter with Mrs. Moretti clung to them like a dense fog, wrapping around their hearts and minds. Abby stole glances at Remo as they stepped inside, closing the door behind them. He hadn't spoken since they left the ice cream parlor. The silence wasn't comforting—it was suffocating.
Remo tossed his keys onto the table with a heavy clatter and headed toward the living room, the weight of everything they had just learned bearing down on his broad shoulders. Abby followed him quietly, her mind racing, but unsure of how to bring up the questions that gnawed at her. What had Mrs. Moretti meant? How much of what she had said was true?
