Beta Gary entered the dimly lit room, the weight of his thoughts heavy upon his shoulders. Marla lay in bed, her form illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He placed the mug on the side table with a sigh, knowing that their conversation would not be an easy one.
"I know you're still awake, Marla," Beta Gary said, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "We need to talk."
Marla's expression darkened, as if anticipating an accusation. "What now?" she replied, her tone laced with irritation.
Beta Gary sighed deeply, steeling himself for what he was about to ask. "I need to ask you something," he began, his voice serious. "Did you use a potion on me to make me fall in love with you? And did it cause me to lose affection for Alma?"
Marla's eyes widened in surprise, her init
