Long, unpleasant chat
Keeping my emotions in check, I sat down with my fiancé and my mother for a long, awkward chat. My pulse hammered as I searched their eyes for any signs of sorrow. ‘We need to talk,’ I said, my voice cracking. What the hell is going on? They exchanged uneasy glances but did not say anything. The stillness was oppressive, and I could feel my patience fading.
Long, unpleasant chat
Avoiding eye contact
They avoided eye contact and provided half-hearted excuses, which further increased my rage. My fiancé muttered something about a mistake, but my mother insisted it wasn’t what it seemed. ‘Do you expect me to believe that?’ I snapped, felt my blood boil. Their refusal to accept responsibility for their acts revealed that they were concealing something more serious. I needed to find out what.
Avoiding Eye Contact
