Trip to the UK - Part 1
Trip to the UK - Part 1 Story by Lisa and Sophie The air in the living room was thick with the silence of a ticking clock. It was 1:03 AM. I’d pushed the front door open, the key scraping in the lock, my heart already a frantic drum against my ribs. The house was dark except for a single lamp glowing in the living room, casting long, accusing shadows. Noah sat on the sofa, not lounging, but planted there like a judge on a bench. Sophie was beside him, her posture tense, her eyes avoiding mine. My breath caught. “I… I’m back.” Noah didn’t move. His gaze pinned me where I stood, just inside the threshold. “Come in, Lisa. Close the door.” I did, the soft click sounding like a trap snapping shut. I clutched my dead phone in my hand, a useless piece of evidence. “My phone died. I couldn’…” “Where were you?” His voice was calm, a flat lake surface hiding dangerous currents. “Just… out at the local pub. I didn’t think…” “You didn’t think,” he echoed, and the words held no warmth. “Rule ...
