Ella.
When Landon leaves, it’s just Kane and me. The tension in the room is palpable as we lie in bed. I find myself unable to sleep, wide awake, and not nestled on his chest as I usually am. Instead, I lie on my back, fixated on the spinning ceiling fan.
Kane’s back is turned towards me, his body tense and unyielding. I can sense his lingering anger, and my eyes well up with tears uncontrollably. A lump forms in my throat, and despite my efforts to suppress it, the emotions overwhelm me.
I feel terrible for shouting at him; if I had just calmly spoken with him, perhaps he would have listened.
Although deep down, I know it’s not true. All he truly cares about is my well-being, so the idea of me working is completely dismissed in his eyes.
However I couldn’t just leave him to struggle
