The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the Freeman estate. Henrick had just returned from a grueling day at the office. He was eager for a quiet evening with Tiania, hoping to bridge the growing distance between them. But as he stepped through the front door, an unsettling silence greeted him.
“Tiania?” he called softly. No response.
He made his way to the living room, where a strange sight caught his eye. Ana Leon sat on the plush couch, clutching her arm tightly, her face contorted in pain.
“Henrick, thank God you’re home!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “I need your help.”
Henrick’s brow furrowed with concern. “What happened, Ana? Are you hurt?”
She lifted her sleeve just enough to reveal a bandage wrapped around her wrist. “I slipped and fell down the stairs. It’s... it’s painful.”
Before he could ask more, Tiania entered from the kitchen, carrying a tray of refreshments. Her face immediately shifted from calm to confusion when she saw Ana.
