Their laughter filling the room. They seemed so at ease in each other’s presence, completely unaware of David’s hidden scrutiny. As Clara and Mark entered the master bedroom, David held his breath, his heart racing as if trying to escape his chest. From his vantage point under the bed, he could see their feet moving around the room.
Clara’s voice, usually so comforting and familiar, now carried a tone that David hadn’t heard before—carefree and almost playful. “I can’t believe you managed to finish the wine that quickly,” she teased, her voice light and teasing.
Mark chuckled in response, his voice warm and relaxed. “Well, it was a good bottle. Besides, you seemed to enjoy it just as much.”
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