DYER

I freeze on the spot as I lock eyes with Aislyn at the entrance of the hallway.

Her eyes don’t waver as she looks at me unblinking. I feel the air in the room close in, tight with tension.

Everybody falls dead quiet. Even the previous sound of cutlery as they clinked on plates has ceased.

I feel a gentle tap on my arm and look down to see Aila’s hand gently tapping mine.

My head turns slowly to face her and she mouths ‘what’s the matter?’ to me.

I shake my head slightly ...