Unseen Threats
Ellen sat at the kitchen table the next morning, staring into her coffee cup, the warmth seeping into her hands. The heat felt good, but her mind was all over the place with everything that had happened. Mason was moving around upstairs, and she could hear his footsteps. She knew he would come down soon, and she had so many questions.
When Mason finally entered the kitchen, he looked as composed as ever, but Ellen could see the tension in the way he carried himself. His face was calm, but his eyes were shadowed with concern. She looked up at him as he sat down across from her, and for a moment, they just sat there in silence.
Then, Ellen cleared her throat, gathering her thoughts. "Did the police find anything?" she asked quietly, her fingers absently tracing the edge of her cup.
Mason's eyes flickered to hers, and he sighed, leaning back in his chair. "They've made some progress," he replied. "The culprit… well, they're pretty sure it was just one person."