Secrets (1)

Lost in thought, Lydia unconsciously played with her fingers, the telltale sign of unease furrowing her brow.

Clinton's touch, gentle as it was, startled her slightly. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he massaged her foot.

She looked at him, her gaze distant, contemplating her words. Constance's callous words echoed in her mind, replaying on a loop, particularly the venom with which she'd uttered "balanced the scales."

Having tried to rationalize the situation, a disquieting feeling only intensified. It wasn't just about the misplaced earring or the animosity between Constance and Monique.

There was something more, something sinister lurking beneath the surface. A shadow of suspicion flickered across Lydia's eyes.

''Don't you think mom's out burst earlier was a bit off?'' she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

A furrow deepened between his brows as he gave a noncommittal shrug.