The heavy oak door to Sarah's bedroom didn't so much swing open as it did announce a sudden, suffocating shift in the room's atmosphere.
"What exactly is going on in here?"
Anthony's voice, steeped in a patriarch's quiet authority, cut through the thick tension of the room. His brow was furrowed, carving deep, skeptical lines into his forehead as he took a deliberate, measured step over the threshold. His eyes, sharp and analytical, swept the space, instantly locking onto the two figures standing entirely too close to one another.
