Uneasy Atmosphere
Sherie answered the door with a smile, but Edith couldn’t ignore the uneasy atmosphere in the room. The conversation seemed to halt abruptly as Edith handed over the cookies, and she couldn’t help but feel like an unwelcome intruder.
Later that night, in the dim glow of their bedroom, Edith confided in Harold about her growing suspicions. “Harold, I feel like there’s something going on between you and Sherie. Please, you need to be honest with me,” she pleaded, her eyes searching for the truth.