Chapter 2 - The Trap Set in Motion
Gregory froze with his fork halfway to his mouth, his eyes flickering with sudden, nervous uncertainty.
“What did Toby say at the grocery store today, sweetheart?” Gregory asked, forcing a casual laugh that sounded entirely hollow.
I kept my gaze locked on his face, watching the micro-expressions of guilt ripple across his well-manicured features.
“Oh, just kids saying the darndest things,” I replied, buttering a piece of artisanal sourdough bread with deliberate slowness.
“He mentioned a lady playing in my bedroom while I’m working twelve-hour shifts at the pediatric ward.”
Gregory’s fork clattered loudly against the fine porcelain plate, causing him to wince as he tried to regain his composure.
“Kids have such wild imaginations at five years old, you know that better than anyone, Elena,” he chuckled nervously.
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“You’re right, Gregory,” I agreed smoothly, taking a slow sip of my chilled white wine.
“Imagination is a powerful thing, especially when what they see matches reality down to the last detail.”
