Eva

Thelma's expression turned nervous, and she snapped her hand away, trying to brush off my concern. "Nothing, just ignore it," she said, her voice tight.

But I refused to let it go, my eyes locked on hers, searching for answers. "What happened, Thelma? Tell me. Was it at work? Or maybe on the street? Did anyone cause trouble around there?"

Thelma's eyes darted around, her voice rising in panic. "I need to go. I'm late for work. I shouldn't have come here. I should have just sent the food through delivery or something." She stood up, her movements frantic.

I grabbed her arm, my voice firm. "I've told you...