Neon Sign of Suspicion

Dave’s gaze snapped to a cryptic text on Noa’s phone. It was simple yet suffocating with mystery—a time and place but no explanation. But what really set it apart was Noa’s contact list, where this sender was listed under “Mister X,” a name as mysterious as the message itself.

A knot twisted in his stomach, unease bubbling into something darker. Paranoia crept in, gnawing at his thoughts until his instincts kicked in. The word “cheating” flashed across his mind like a neon sign, impossible to ignore. It felt almost like the universe was whispering a truth he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear.