Questioning Jenna
“Jenna, what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice steady. She froze, her gaze meeting mine for a brief moment before shifting away.
The tension in the air was thick, and I could tell she was weighing her options. Her lips parted as if to speak, but she hesitated.
The seconds felt like hours. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and turned back to face me, her expression conflicted.