MORIAM'S RING

ANDREW

— What? I don't know who of the two is lying, but this ring is fake! — hearing your assertion so vehemently, I had the faint impression that you know something I don't.

— OK, and how do you know that? — My question causes discomfort, he looks at me as if he were looking for an answer. — Do you know something I don't?

— No, it's just a strong intuition! — he says and looks to the side, and that makes me a little intrigued, I think he knows something. He gets up, walks to the door, turns around, faces me. — I need to look for my brother, did you find him out there?

— I haven't seen Balck today!

— It's all right!

He says and just walks out of the room without saying anything else to me, and I get this terrible feeling that he's hiding something from me.

NOAH

I don't like lying, but in this case I'm omitting it, hiding something from him because I don't know what to do, what to think. The situation itself is somewhat surreal, I need answers, and I don't think Andrew has th