Lisa’s Silent Apology
As the conversation wrapped up, Lisa met my eyes again, her gaze filled with silent apology. She reached over and gently squeezed my hand, wordlessly trying to distance herself from her parents’ behavior. It wasn’t her fault, and she wanted to be sure I knew that. I squeezed back, reassuring her that everything was fine. In the midst of all the absurdity unfolding around us, our quiet connection felt even stronger.
Lisa’s Silent Apology
Porch Escape
Needing a breather, I stepped out onto the porch and let the cool evening air wash over me as the sky faded from a warm orange to a soothing deep blue. The sunset brought a quiet sense of calm, a welcome contrast to the tension inside. Leaning against the railing, I took a moment to gather myself—a brief, peaceful escape before heading back into the whirlwind unfolding just beyond the door.
Porch Escape
