Pulling out
The night was heavy with silence. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but pressure dense, suffocating, waiting for something to c***k.
Ayisha sat cross legged on the couch, her eyes fixed on Tessa across the room. Tessa had been pacing for the past ten minutes, her fingers running through her hair, her lips moving silently as if repeating words to herself. Her restlessness filled the room like static electricity.
Finally, Ayisha spoke. Her tone was calm, but beneath it was steel. “Tessa, sit down.”
Tessa froze mid step, her eyes darting to Ayisha’s face. The firmness there made her shoulders sag. With a defeated sigh, she lowered herself into the armchair, curling into herself like a child caught in mischief.
Ayisha leaned forward, elbows on her knees, hands clasped. “Y
