Jack, returning to his room after a long day, noticed Amanda sitting there, waiting for him. Something about her seemed off—she wasn't acting like herself, and her usually composed demeanor appeared to be unraveling.
"Amanda, how are you?" Jack asked, his voice laced with concern. Slowly, he removed his brown overcoat, careful not to rush, and placed it neatly on the chair by the side. His movements were calm, but his eyes stayed fixed on her, trying to gauge what was wrong.
"Jack, you wanted to know about my father's secret… do you know it now?" Amanda asked suddenly. Her tone was shaky, and she seemed to be struggling to focus, as if trying to steady her mind amidst a storm.