The following morning, the tension between Jack and Sarah remained palpable.
The air felt heavy, every unspoken word hanging like a storm cloud. Sarah busied herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for Hazel while Jack sat at the dining table, scrolling through his phone with a furrowed brow.
Hazel, oblivious to the tension, babbled excitedly about her day at school.
“Mommy, today we’re learning about animals! Did you know dolphins can talk to each other?”
“That’s amazing, sweetheart,” Sarah replied, forcing a smile as she placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her daughter.
Her gaze flicked briefly to Jack, but he didn’t look up.
“Daddy,” Hazel piped up, “do you think dolphins can talk to us too?”
Jack glanced up, his expression softening as he looked at his daughter.
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