Chapter 45 The Plot

• As we walked into the house, the warm glow of the living room lights enveloped us, and the soft hum of the air conditioner provided a soothing background noise.
• I turned to Kyle, who was already making his way to the couch, and asked, "So, you think we're going to ace it at the TV show tomorrow?" Kyle sat down on the couch, but he didn't respond. He just stared blankly at the TV, his expression unreadable.
• I added, "Just don't forget what we practiced," trying to keep my tone light. But he still didn't respond. He just kept staring at the TV, his eyes fixed on some invisible point.