Tension At Home
When I stepped back into the house, Emily was already there, pacing nervously across the living room. She froze as our eyes met, her gaze searching my face for clues about where I stood. Her restless fidgeting gave her away—she was on edge. “Ryan…” she started, her voice soft but uncertain, fading into the heavy silence between us. I lingered by the doorway, unsure how to begin, the air thick with tension and all the words we hadn’t yet said.
Tension At Home
Emily Steps Forward
Emily stepped closer, hesitation written in her every move, her face shifting through emotions she struggled to contain. “I really need to explain things,” she said softly, sincerity lacing her words. I gave a small nod, signaling her to go on. There was a vulnerability in her I wasn’t used to seeing, and though part of me still bristled from the morning, curiosity—and the quiet urge to understand—pushed me toward listening.
Emily Steps Forward
