Rebecca's face stiffened a little. She didn't speak—just folded her arms and leaned in, sensing the weight in Jerry's tone.
"I know it sounds like I'm paranoid," Jerry began, voice laced with tension. "But something is not right. I don't have the full picture yet, and I can't even explain it fully, but… I feel it. Something is going on."
He let out a frustrated sigh and looked away briefly. "I've been trying to convince myself that I'm just overthinking things. But every time I try to relax, something just keeps poking at my gut. Like a whisper I can't shake off."
Rebecca kept listening quietly, her brows now furrowed.
"I even asked one of my closest friends to help me check things out," Jerry continued. "You know, keep an eye on them, do some digging. He agreed. He's someone I trust. But up to now… nothing. He keeps telling me that everything's fine, that there's no movement, no signals, that I should just calm down and breathe."
