The dinner
Sam point of view
I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers lightly on the edge of the table. Eliana sat across from me, her expression firm but curious as she spoke.
"I know you're not lying, Sam," she said, her voice low but confident, as if daring me to challenge her conclusion.
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
She took a sip of her coffee, then placed the cup down with precision. "After everyone left the warehouse that day, I went back. Something felt... off. In the basement, I found chemicals and burnt particles scattered in certain corners. It's clear someone was there recently."
Her words caught my attention, and I leaned forward slightly. "Does that mean you believe me now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the relief that threatened to bubble up.
Eliana nodded, her sharp eyes meeting mine. "Yes, I do. But I need you to tell me the full story. What exactly did you do?"
