I wondered if the teacher saw through my facade, sensed the turmoil within me.
Leaving the meeting, the weight of my resignation pressed heavily on my shoulders.
The drive home was quiet, the silence in the car a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind.
Arriving home, I found him on the couch, engrossed in his phone.
He glanced up as I entered, a half-hearted smile on his lips.
“How was it?” he asked, his attention drifting back to the screen.
“Fine,” I replied, the word carrying a multitude of unspoken thoughts.
His response was a nod, an acknowledgment without engagement.
The chasm between us felt wider than ever, an unsettling void I couldn’t bridge.
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