A Guarded Return
Eventually, Emily reemerged, moving slowly and cautiously back toward the car. Her eyes scanned the street with practiced awareness, though she never spotted Mark. He watched as she crossed the road, carrying herself like someone with secrets she couldn’t afford to let slip. Her face was blank, unreadable.
Once home, she barely spoke. Mark greeted her casually, trying not to show the storm building inside him. She gave vague answers and disappeared into another room. Every motion was controlled, every word carefully measured. Emily’s silence screamed louder than words ever could, and Mark knew—whatever she was hiding, it was something big.
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