Guided to sit
Inside the cottage, the man adopted an oddly domestic air, settling onto the edge of the worn bed and motioning toward a wooden chair nearby. “Please, sit,” he urged, his voice heavy with fatigue. Gracie, still tense and cautious, obeyed, lowering herself onto the chair while her mind raced with unanswered questions that only grew louder in the silence.
Guided To Sit
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Question of recognition
The atmosphere thickened as the man’s gaze bore into her, searching for something hidden in her expression. “Do you recognize me?” he asked, the words laced with expectation. Gracie’s thoughts scrambled—was she supposed to know him? His face revealed nothing, cloaked in the same mystery that had led her here. Shaking her head, she revealed only confusion and unease.
Question Of Recognition