The tension was palpable, a living thing between us, growing with every unspoken word.
He sat down, focusing on his phone, a barrier he seemed to prefer over facing the reality we were in.
I watched him, searching for any sign that he might acknowledge the truth of what had occurred, but there was nothing.
“We need to talk,” I finally said, my voice steady despite the chaos inside.
He looked up, a flicker of something crossing his face before he nodded.
“Later,” he replied, turning back to his phone, ending the conversation before it even began.
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