Hiding something
Mark’s words didn’t soothe Linda; they irritated her deeply and profoundly. “Why are you dismissing this so quickly?” she demanded. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re hiding something.” Mark stuttered, his response incoherent, betraying his unease. His fumbling deepened her suspicion. The kitchen felt tense, the strange rock on the counter a silent accusation. Linda’s frustration grew, her trust in Mark wavering under his odd, dismissive behavior.
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