The door clicked shut behind Claire, leaving a deafening silence in the room. Sharon stood frozen in the middle of the living room, her chest heaving as her thoughts raced wildly. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. For a moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Then, slowly, she turned her eyes toward Jake.
He stood by the window, his back to her, his silhouette stiff and unreadable in the fading light. The soft hum of traffic from outside was the only sound that filled the room now, mingling with the faint ticking of the wall clock. Sharon took a few hesitant steps forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor, echoing through the silence.
She didn't bother masking her anger.
