Abigail and Jerry were seated in the living room, the soft light from the chandelier above casting a calm, golden glow across the room. The air was quiet but not uncomfortable; it was the kind of silence that only came when two people had been through enough together to not need constant words to fill the gaps. Jerry leaned back against the couch, his phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on Abigail with a calm yet knowing look.
"The CCTV footage has arrived," Jerry finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was even, but there was an unmistakable sense of relief in his tone, as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders. "I went through it carefully. Everything's there. It's perfect. With this, you'll finally be able to get what you want."
