As we move to the penthouse. The atmosphere in the penthouse was stifling, heavy with unspoken words and tension.
Max's flashlight beam danced as he secured the door behind us, his actions precise and intentional.
He hadn't said a word since the electricity cut off, and the quiet was extended for a long time.
"Max," I remarked, my voice slicing through the silence. "That's enough of this." You have to inform me about what's happening.
Who has been observing us? "And don't say you're unaware, because it's written all over your expression."
You need to tell me nothing but the truth. I said, forcing my eyes on him.
He placed the flashlight on the counter, the shadows it created making the contours of his face appear more serious than normal.
He runs his hand through his hair, his typical confidence beginning to show signs of breaking.
