“Yeah, just glad it’s getting done,” I lied, the words feeling hollow.
Jamie seemed to accept it, turning back to the specialist.
The final steps were quick, and soon it was over.
The specialist packed up, giving instructions for the next few days.
Jamie thanked them, showing them out.
As the door closed, the apartment felt different, quieter somehow.
Jamie turned to me, a sense of relief evident.
“Glad that’s done,” Jamie said, heading to the kitchen to make coffee.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
The decision had been made, the consequences set.
And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted, that my quiet resistance had left its mark.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
