Chapter 110

"What's wrong?" Dima whispered softly, concern etching his features. My trembling finger gently pressed against his lips, the tears on my cheeks glistening like tiny diamonds, poised to unleash any suppressed sound that came near, much like saltwater yearning for release.

With a subtle shake of my head, I implored him to cease his words. I settled into the stillness, a vigilant listener awaiting even the faintest whisper of noise. Silence enveloped us once more, and I held my breath, granting time for the tranquility to solidify.

"What's wrong?" Dima's voice emerged again, tinged with a hint of impatience this time. His curiosity had begun to interlace with a growing restlessness.

Having gathered my thoughts, I divulged, my tone matching the urgency of the moment. My palm, resting against his arm, dampened with a nervous perspiration brought forth by the grip of fear.

"I perceived a sound, a rustling that seemed to encroach upon our words. It's as if someone is surreptitiously eavesdr