The group made their way back to the shelter, the conch shell became the center of attention, passing from hand to hand like a precious jewel. Each member of the group coveted its beauty and the mysterious allure it held, unwilling to let it touch the ground for fear of tarnishing its perfection.
That day all of them were carrying the conch shell. They didn't let it touch the floor. Everyone needed it and they even started feeling selfish. Everyone wanted it, even Jude. Sophie was the only one who stood out. She watched everything with a smile.
With each passing moment, the desire for the conch shell grew stronger, igniting a sense of possessiveness within each of them. Even Jude, who had initially shown little interest, found himself drawn to its mesmerizing allure, his fingers itching to feel its smooth surface once more.
