The next day…
Anne moved swiftly, adjusting the strap of her bag as she prepared to leave before Augustine woke up. She wanted to avoid another intense conversation with him.
But the moment she slipped out of the bedroom, her steps abruptly stopped.
Augustine was already awake. Standing in the hall, he was speaking on the phone, his posture tense.
Anne's breath hitched. "What? He is already awake!" she whispered under her breath.
Instinctively, she turned on her heel, ready to slip back into the bedroom unnoticed.
But something in his tone made her pause. Curiosity sparked in her mind. Who was he talking to?
She hesitated for only a second before she began creeping down the stairs, careful to keep her footsteps light. She strained to hear his words, but his voice was frustratingly hushed, making it difficult to pick up anything clearly.
Still, she kept moving, each step bringing her closer.
Then, his next words sent a chill down her spine.
