Darren
I observed Lourdes carefully, noticing the sadness in her eyes as I conceded to stay. It tugged at my conscience, but I also couldn't deny the growing unease that staying longer in such close quarters with her could make things even more awkward between us.
I paced around the cabin, the wooden floor creaking with each step. The storm outside showed no signs of abating, and the rain relentlessly pelted the cabin's roof. I couldn't shake the sense of being trapped in this small, rustic space, isolated from the outside world.
Lourdes remained seated in her corner, her expression a mix of resignation and disappointment. I didn't want to be the source of her unhappiness, but my commitment to leaving weighed heavily on my shoulders.
"I appreciate your concern, Lourdes," I said, my voi
