GABRIELLA
By Monday morning, the apartment walls feel like they are closing in on me.
The feeling has been building since Saturday morning. The unease and silence from Leon, Nicole and Jack.
The tension between Leon and I has taken on a physical quality. It feels like a third presence moving through the rooms with us. He hasn’t stopped cooking for me, and that presence sits at the table between our plates, filling the hallway when we pass each other without speaking, and occupies the space between us as we remain at opposite ends of the apartment, avoiding each other.
So this morning, I get dressed faster than I ever have and head to the parking lot before he can enter the kitchen to make breakfast. When he sees me leaving, he follows silently behind me.
The car drive is more torturo
