Distrust at Home
Back home, Jack paced the living room, his mind racing. The stranger’s cryptic words echoed relentlessly. Alice watched him carefully. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly. Jack forced a smile. “Nothing.” But she didn’t believe him. “Jack, I can tell,” she pressed. He turned away, avoiding her gaze. The distance between them had grown, invisible but heavy. For the first time, Jack wondered if his wife was hiding something far bigger than he imagined.
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