paul’s unannounced arrival
My husband’s old friend, Paul, showed up unannounced, saying he knew about Mark’s secrets. I opened the door, surprised to see his familiar face looking grim.
“Sarah, we need to talk,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His presence was unnerving yet oddly comforting.
“What do you know, Paul?” I asked, desperate for answers. He avoided my gaze, seemingly burdened by whatever he had come to share.