C31 The choices we can't take back

The clock ticked louder than my thoughts as I paced the room. Alex sat in the corner, his head lowered into his hands, while Reid played with his toy car on the floor. Precious lingered near the window, peeking through the blinds every few minutes, her face lined with worry.

“We need to make a decision,” I said, breaking the suffocating silence.

Alex didn’t look up