Elia's eyes widened as he registered the gravity of the information he had just stumbled upon.
Holland, sensing his trepidation, stood abruptly, an ember of fury igniting in his chest. "What is it, Elia? What did you find?" His voice was a mixture of concern and desperation.
Before he could deduce his thoughts,With trembling fingers, Elia slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing like thunder in the small room, cutting off whatever swirling secrets it held. Holland's curiosity peaked, mingling with a deep-seated fear; he had harbored doubts, suspicion
"Don't!" Holland shouted, his patience unraveling. "You can't just hide this. What have you found?"
"Elia, you can't just hide it from me," Holland urged, his voice laced with a strained urgency. "I've always felt something was amiss."
From the start, Holland had a suspicion that it might be a hand work of Elisa's friend. Cause only they knew about Elisa and that account was usey eight years ago for their works .
