Chapter 58

• In the oppressive silence that enveloped the dining table, a silence so profound it seemed to suffocate the very air out of the room, Charlotte's voice cut through the tension like a sharp knife, slicing through the stillness with an unsettling ease.
• "Oh no," she exclaimed, her tone laced with artificial concern, a concern that seemed to border on insincerity.
• "My green tea seems to be missing," she lamented, her voice dripping with disappointment, a disappointment that appeared to be carefully crafted to elicit a specific response.