I was bracing for a confrontation I didn’t want but felt increasingly like I couldn’t avoid.
The silence from him screamed louder every day.
I was caught in a situation that felt like it was about to unravel further, and I knew any move I made next might push us into territory worse than silence.
The thought lingered as I sat at the table, the envelope still in my hands, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the kitchen floor.
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