The Shade Butlers.

In the dimly lit living room of Savannah's apartment, the air was charged with an unspoken tension, as time began its' gradual tiks. Izzie's eyes darted between the news on the television and the clock on the wall, her concern etched on her face like a fleeting shadow, Unsure of what might be the problem, she voiced out her thoughts

"Oh my gosh! Ethan is taking a whole lot of time. Isn't he meant to be back by now?" Izzie's voice carried a genuine worry, a sentiment that seemed to cut through the ambient air of mystery She had her reasons for asking, which she refused let her siblings know, for one thing was certain; it was a secret and secrets are best kept hidden, as they're untold for a reason.

Camille, perched on the armrest of the couch, feigned indifference to Izzie's concern.