The Whisper of Doubt
Days passed, and their paths crossed again. Over coffee in a quiet café, Simon leaned closer, his voice low.
“I think she’s trying to harm me,” he said, his hands trembling slightly. “Every meal leaves me ill. But when I mention it… she smiles.”
Isaiah frowned. He had seen many faces—some kind, some cruel. The details Simon shared made his stomach twist.
The Warning
One evening, fate collided with truth. Isaiah wandered near Simon’s townhouse and saw him seated at the grand dining table. Amelia placed a dish before him, her smile too polished.
Something in Isaiah screamed danger. He rushed forward, pressing his hands against the window until Simon noticed him. Isaiah’s lips moved urgently:
“Don’t eat that! Please—don’t!”
Simon froze, fork in hand. Confusion flickered across his face, but Isaiah’s desperate eyes gave him pause.
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