Rumors at the restaurant
Looking for a brief respite from the tension at home, Erika headed to the local restaurant, hoping to find some relief from the normality of the city routine. As soon as she entered, however, she was immediately engulfed by the lively conversations of the customers – all discussing her property once again. “It’s certainly connected to some ancient city mystery,” said one of the diners, looking conspiratorial. Erika’s heart leapt. These unsubstantiated stories, no matter how absurd, only served to fuel her growing unease. The hole was no longer just a void in the ground – it had become an invisible abyss that sucked the peace out of her life, a constant source of speculation, fear and uncertainty.
Rumors in the restaurant
Unanswered questions
That evening, Mark and Erika sat together in the silence of the living room, enveloped in the heavy, oppressive atmosphere that had dragged on since the beginning of that strange saga. “Why aren’t they telling us anything?” asked Erika, her voice full of frustration and anguish. Mark, equally exhausted and apprehensive, but trying to maintain some firmness, replied softly: “We have to stay strong, for us and for the kids.” They held hands, seeking comfort in each other, united by the uncertainty and the increasingly dense mystery of the sinkhole – that abyss which had so abruptly turned the peace and predictability of their lives upside down.
Unanswered Questions
