Tension With Tom
My husband, Tom, tried to appear supportive, but there was a strain beneath his words I couldn’t ignore. His eyes often averted mine, his reassurances hollow. “I’m here for you,” he’d murmur, though something about his tone felt detached. One night he added, “Can’t we just let this rest?” The suggestion pierced me, sparking suspicion I couldn’t shake. Being united mattered now more than ever, yet it was clear we weren’t aligned.
Tension With Tom
Answers And Fear
In the days that followed, desperation mingled with fear, pressing down on everyone. The search for truth became relentless, consuming our every thought. “What if the answer is more than we can handle?” Sarah asked quietly, doubt shadowing her face. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, peering into a darkness we couldn’t yet define. But the hunger for closure was stronger than the fear, and we braced ourselves for whatever truth awaited.
Answers And Fear
