He observed the murmurs and whispered speculations around him. Hushed conversations gradually grew into fervent debates, eyes darting with suspicion. Jason’s gaze shifted back to the officers, their expressions stoic and inscrutable. What secrets were they hiding? Then, his eyes landed on Susan, her face ghostly white as she paced restlessly.
Jason had thought he grasped the situation, but now, he was drowning in a sea of questions. The air was heavy with doubt and distrust. Who could he believe? Trust seemed impossible now. And as the crowd’s whispers grew, it was clear they were starting to suspect something was off too.