Chapter 2: Building Tension
She clutched her cup of coffee tightly, her knuckles white against the porcelain. Her gaze flitted nervously between Jane and the door, afraid that her deepest, darkest secret would be exposed if she so much as glanced at the wrong person. Jane, sensing her discomfort, reached out and placed a comforting hand on Amy's shoulder.
"Hey," she said softly, "you don't have to tell me. Not if you aren't ready."
Amy swallowed hard, her throat tightening.