Taking his coffee, Jason made his way back to their cabin, his mind racing through each observation and clue. As he entered, he turned to Samantha, his tone gentle but firm. “Stay in the room, Sam. Lock the door behind me.” She looked at him, worry flickering in her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Jason offered a reassuring smile, reaching out to hold her hand. “Everything’s fine,” he replied calmly. “I just need to check something out. Trust me—I’ll sort this out.” After a brief pause, Samantha nodded, trusting her husband’s instincts.