Strange

As the broken mug lay on the floor, Ralph surveyed the scene, his gaze lingering on the shattered pieces. Lucinda, attempting to clean up the mess, squatted down, unsure if she should proceed.

"Leave it, don't hurt yourself. I will call the cleaners to come and take care of it. It's not your job," Ralph instructed, his voice filled with concern. Lucinda slowly stood up, her eyes still fixed on the broken mug.

"But it's strange how a mug I placed here would just fall on its own," Ralph stated, stroking his chin in thought.

"I saw you place it on your table too. Maybe it's the wind," Lucinda suggested, her voice trailing off. Ralph stared at her incredulously.

"The wind? Give me a break. How would the wind knock over something so heavy?" Ralph retorted, reaching for his phone on the table. Soon, the cleaners entered the room, ready to handle the cleanup. Ralph continued to watch Lucinda intently, his gaze unwavering.

She cautiously took her seat, avoiding eye contact with him as she sat