The Principal's Visit
The nurse's office was eerily silent, illuminated by the faint glow of enchanted lanterns that cast soft, flickering shadows on the pale walls. The air carried a sterile tang, mingled with a faint earthy aroma from the wooden furniture. The single window was half-open, letting in a cool breeze that barely stirred the tension hanging thickly in the room.
Adam stood near the corner, his posture relaxed yet exuding an unshakable confidence. His dark eyes were sharp and steady, reflecting a quiet storm of composure that seemed almost unnatural given the circumstances. His gaze briefly fell on Susan, who was reclining on the cot, her face pale and drawn.
