Evelyn
A week had passed since Jacob and I had our fight, and to put it mildly—and bluntly—things were far from okay.
Again—To put everything plainly and emphatically—The issue didn't lie solely between us; rather, it was the turbulent circumstances enveloping us. Every effort Jacob made to restore order seemed to slip through his fingers, leaving him increasingly disheartened. It was evident, we were far from okay.
Nothing was becoming any better.
While we managed to avoid bickering, I couldn't shake the sense of hesitation emanating from Jacob. Our conversations had dwindled this week, a casualty of his relentless pursuit to mend what was broken, leaving little room for anything else. Our relationship, it was not as before now—the spark, it was withering away.
A peculiar unease cre
