David felt the tension thickening in the air, the weight of his words hanging between them. He gently disentangled himself from their embrace and took a seat on the stone ledge of the balcony, the cool night air brushing against his skin. The soft murmur of the breeze contrasted sharply with the intense gazes of his women, each of them silently demanding answers.
"Before I explain why I'm leaving," David began, his voice steady but with an edge of uncertainty. He took a deep breath, lowering his shoulders as the burden of his secrets pressed down on him. "I need to tell you something important."
His words hung in the air for a moment, and he felt a pang of unease twist within him. "When I almost died..." David started, but before he could finish, Katrina interjected, her voice cutting through the quiet like a sharp blade.
