The air seemed to solidify, Lyle felt as if his hand holding the letter was nailed in midair by numerous gazes, unable to move.
Alianna had a comparatively gentle look in her eyes, those questioning orbs laden with confusion interweaving with Lyle's gaze, anticipating the explanation that would tremble forth from his lips. Her lips curved in a subtle smile, suggesting that she was more interested in Lyle's predicament than being concerned about Karen's identity.
"Who is Karen Pembai?" The suspicion in Beatrice's piercing gaze was like needles stabbing into Lyle. Kevin thought he had made a mistake again; his heart raced as he watched the fork previously spiraling through flesh now stuck in a piece of meat in her hand, no longer a spiral figure seconds before.
