Chapter 122

• Back at Sarah's house…
• Sarah's house was peacefully quiet in the golden glow of the afternoon. The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm hue on the walls. Sarah lay sprawled on her bed, her soft breaths barely disturbing the stillness of the room. Her boyfriend, Ryan, nestled beside her, idly flicking through his phone as she napped.
• With a furrowed brow, Ryan's fingers danced across the screen, composing a message to Azalea, his secret lover. His jealousy simmered beneath the surface as he asked probing questions, unable to shake the feeling that she was with Thomas. Yet Azalea, ever composed, didn't let his thinly veiled jealousy ruffle her. She replied with measured words, deflecting his insecurities with grace and tact.