He started to stutter
Lucas scanned the room, his eyes darting from face to face in search of support. He found none. “I saw her,” he stammered, his voice stripped of its earlier confidence. “Others saw her too.” A heavy silence settled over us, oppressive and unshakable. The rookie’s composure was unraveling, and Davis stood poised, ready to pick apart the cracks in his story. I studied Lucas intently, wondering just how reliable his so-called evidence would be in this tangled, unsettling narrative.
He Started To Stutter
demanding proof
Davis fixed Lucas with a piercing glare, his voice a low rumble of barely contained fury. “You better have some damn proof, rookie.” The station fell into an uneasy silence, every gaze locked on the exchange. Lucas shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Davis’s stare, his confidence wilting. No one dared to speak or even breathe too loudly. The tension in the room was suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in. The atmosphere grew heavier with every passing second, and Lucas, clearly out of his depth, struggled to find his footing.
Demanding Proof
