Chapter 81 Past Painted Black

• Sarah
• "Let's go inside," I urged Josh.
• Josh's jaw clenched, the muscles tightening under his tanned skin. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, now darkened with a mix of anger, frustration, and something deeper and more complex. Despite his agitation, I didn't feel threatened. There was an odd sense of safety in his presence, contradicting how he appeared. After a moment's hesitation, he unclenched his hands and followed me in.