dinner with michael
I decided to meet Michael for a one-to-one conversation and we agreed to meet in a quiet restaurant. The peaceful ambience of the place contrasted sharply with the inner turmoil that was tormenting me. As we ate, I watched him closely, looking for the right moment to address what had been gnawing at me for too long. I didn’t want to disrupt the meal, but I knew I couldn’t let this evening end without getting some answers.
Dinner with Michael
Discussion meeting
As dinner progressed, I could no longer contain my emotions. “Michael, I went to your house to see the kids,” I said in a calm but resolute voice. He looked up, obviously surprised, before replying, “And?” Although his answer seemed devoid of interest, I had a hunch he already knew what I was getting at. “They rushed inside as soon as they saw me. Linda wasn’t very welcoming.” I watched his reaction carefully, looking for a clue that would help me understand what was really going on.
Discussion Meeting
