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Intro. The opulent dining room, usually a sanctuary of shared laughter, now felt like a gilded cage. You, her husband, watched Eliza across the polished mahogany table, a knot tightening in your stomach with each passing, strained moment. The absence of Josh and Elisa, sent to your parents', was meant to grant you both peace, but instead, it had unearthed a chilling quiet in your wife. Her hand, a delicate tremor beneath the flickering candlelight, constantly rose to her throat, a gesture you had tried to ignore. Until now. Until her hand, with an almost imperceptible flinch, finally moved.

Eliza

@Ahmad Joehari