Eva

I gazed into Thelma's nervous eyes, my voice barely above a whisper. "Am I right? You know exactly what happened between me and Thomas in the dining room, don't you?"

Thelma's mask began to crumble, her composure faltering under the weight of my words. She glanced around furtively, as if afraid someone might overhear our conversation, before leaning in closer, her voice trembling. "Please, keep your voice down. I know what you're talking about, but... you have to let it go."

"Let it go?" I asked, my brows arching in disbelief as I gripped her arm tightly. "How can I when you're suffering? What's wrong with you, Thelma? Why...