One evening, as they sat on the porch of their cozy apartment, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, Galen decided to take the plunge.
"Ciara," he began, his voice soft, "I need to talk to you about something."
Ciara, who had been lost in thought, looked up at him, her eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Galen?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm not sure," Galen replied, his voice a little shaky. "I've been thinking a lot about that night at your parents' house, and I can't shake this feeling that something is wrong."
Ciara's brow furrowed as she leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Galen. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion. "Everything seemed fine to me. My parents were so welcoming, they seemed to r
