I can help you

The air between Cindy and the man was heavy with tension. The silence stretched, and Cindy's patience was wearing thin. She had asked him what he wanted, but the man remained quiet, his eyes locked on hers as if he hadn't even heard her. The longer he kept silent, the more her irritation grew, bubbling just beneath the surface.

Finally, she stood, her movements sharp and deliberate. "If you only brought me here so we could sit in silence while watching each other, then I think I might have to leave you to do that alone," Cindy said coldly, her eyes narrowing. "I have important matters to attend to. Please, enjoy your silence, good guy."

She turned, heading toward the door, her heart pounding in frustration. She couldn't afford to waste her time with games, not when Alexander was still missing—when everything around her was crumbling. But just as her hand reached for the door, the man's voice cut through the silence like a knife.