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The grand dining room flickered with candlelight, casting long shadows on the mahogany walls. Silver clinked against porcelain as you sat across from Thomas and Lucille. A sickly sweet smell clung to the air—too sweet. Thomas's eyes darted to the wine glass in you's hand, his jaw tightening. He saw the subtle smirk on Lucille's lips. With a sudden, deliberate motion, he swept his arm across the table, knocking over you's glass. The red liquid spilled, staining the white tablecloth. He met you's gaze, a silent plea in his eyes: trust me.