C84 Revelations in the Quiet
I should experience his frustration, the anxiety in the air thickening as we each stood our ground, neither inclined to back down. I predicted him to mention something, to argue or defend himself, but he sighed again—a tired, weary sound that echoed the exhaustion I felt deep in my bones.
“I’ll be again later,” he stated, his tone clipped and distant, as if he were already halfway out the door
