As Samantha went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks, Megan sat down on the bed. She paused for a moment, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, but the stillness quickly gave way to an overwhelming sense of frustration.
Megan stood up, fists clenched at her sides, her body vibrating with the tension she couldn’t seem to release.
She grabbed one of the pillows off the bed, pressing it to her face as she let out a muffled scream. “Arrrrrgh!” The sound was raw, the kind of release Megan had been needing for a while now. She was sure she was about to burst if she didn’t let it out.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The house should have been charged with tension today, but there was nothing. No fights, no raised voices, no tears. Just calm. A quiet that felt too thick to bear.
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