The silence that followed was oppressive and heavy with unspoken emotions. Abigail remained seated, her thoughts churning as she tried to process what she had just heard.
Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, but inside, the temperature seemed stifling, as if the weight of Abigail's worries had created a suffocating bubble around her. She felt trapped, unsure of how to move forward or what to believe.
Her father's words echoed in her mind, their implications lingering like a bad taste in her mouth. Her mind raced toward Jasper. Was he truly being selfless, or was there another motive at play? And why did Mr. Miller seem to think that Jasper was getting more than he deserved?