Inviting Tom Over
Inviting Tom over to help with house repairs felt like a calculated move. I sent the text, my fingers steady but my heart racing. When he responded with a casual ease that was both reassuring and unsettling, I knew the plan was in motion. Everything hinged on getting him close enough to catch even the smallest hint of the secrets he might be hiding.
Inviting Tom Over
Acting Normal With Tom
Tom showed up with a smile and a toolbox, completely unaware of the sharp scrutiny I was giving him. Inside, my mind was tense, but I kept my actions casual. “Hey, man,” I greeted him, carrying the heavy weight of forced normalcy. As we worked on the repairs, exchanging small talk and twisting screws, I kept my eyes on him like a blade—searching. Could he feel how close the truth was, or was he just as blind to it as I wanted to believe?
Acting Normal With Tom
