Paul
I arrived with anger simmering just beneath the surface. My initial plan was to talk some sense into Moses, to calm things down before they escalated further. But as soon as he spotted me, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a look of disappointment and irritation.
“Well, look who decided to show up,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. His hands clenched into tight fists, and I could tell things were about to take a turn for the worse. But I wasn’t here for that—I had steeled myself on the way over, determined not to get drawn into his usual taunts. I wasn’t looking for a confrontation, just to deliver a necessary warning.
As if to punctuate his displeasure, Moses waved away the women who had been standing by his side. They quickly dispersed, sensing the tension in t
