A Hug
After their conversation, the man hugged Eliza in a way that felt more like a transaction than a gesture of comfort. It was stiff, with awkward pats, as if he was fulfilling an obligation rather than offering genuine care. Eliza pulled away quickly, her eyes darting toward me. I made the decision to keep my distance and remain out of sight. Something wasn’t right, and that awkward hug only fueled my growing suspicions.
A Hug
The following day
The next day, I confronted Eliza about the man. “Who’s that guy you were meeting?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my mind was racing. She glanced at me briefly and replied, “Just a friend.” Her tone was dismissive, and she offered no further details. I pressed her, but she stuck to her story, avoiding my gaze. It didn’t sit right with me. Friends don’t act like that.
The Following Day
