Unsettling demeanor
Alex’s distant demeanor was unsettling, his motivations growing increasingly unclear. He seemed more like a detective than a son, dissecting every piece of information with cold precision.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else?” he would ask repeatedly, a hint of impatience in his voice.
She began to feel like a suspect in her own home. “I’ve told you everything I remember,” she insisted, but her words never seemed to satisfy him completely.