‘Then what is it?’
Her gaze drops to her cup, fingers tracing the rim.
‘It’s complicated,’ she murmurs, her voice tinged with regret.
I glance at Mark, his silence speaking volumes, and I realize that whatever this is, it’s bigger than any of us.
The night continues, a dance of avoidance and half-truths.
But beneath it all, the truth lingers, waiting for the right moment to emerge.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.