The Silence That Followed
In the days that followed, Sarah barely spoke. She went to work, came home, made dinner, and moved through the house like a ghost. When she did look at me, her eyes were hollow — not angry, just vacant. The silence between us was unbearable, heavier than any argument we’d ever had.
I apologized constantly. I offered to leave, to go to therapy, to do anything that might help her heal. She said almost nothing. Just nodded sometimes, eyes distant. I started searching for apartments, preparing for the inevitable divorce.
But then, three weeks later, everything changed.
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