After finishing his business, Noah stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway toward the party room. As he approached the door, he heard an unusual silence inside.
'Why's it so quiet?' he thought, his hand pushing on the door handle.
Pushing the door open, he was greeted by the sight of a large screen dominating the room. Displayed across it were screenshots of text messages—messages between him and Sarah.
Noah froze in place, his eyes quickly scanning the room. Layla sat in the front row, her face downcast, her hands trembling slightly as she refused to meet his gaze as if she was traumatised by him.
Mark stood frozen near the screen, his face pale with sweat.
The atmosphere in the room was electric and tensionous as all eyes darted between him, Layla, and Noah. The once peaceful gathering had taken a turn into something far more sinister.
