He left for work without saying anything else.
I was still in the kitchen when I heard the front door, then the sound of a car in the driveway, but after that, nothing. The house just went back to being quiet, like the last twenty minutes never even happened. It was as if everything had just settled back into its normal routine, and the silence was a bit eerie.
I stood at the counter, lost in thought, with no idea how much time was passing. It could have been minutes, or maybe even longer, but I just couldn't seem to tear myself away.
I threw away the rest of my coffee and went up to my room, sitting on the bed with my hands in my lap, trying to figure out what to do with all these emotions. Feeling embarrassed was actually a bit of a relief, because it was a feeling I knew well and cou
