Sleepless Night
That night, Jack and Alice lay in bed, their backs turned. Jack stared into the dark, unable to quiet his thoughts. Alice whispered, “You can talk to me.” He wanted to, but the tall man’s warning silenced him. His chest felt tight, suffocating under doubt. When Alice shifted closer, he stayed still, pretending to sleep. Hours crawled by, the silence between them louder than words, and trust slipping further from his grasp.
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