(Elliot's Point of View)
I always watched them, but this time it was different.
The room was so tense that it was hard to breathe. It was so thick and heavy in the air that it felt like it was suffocating them both. They didn't see it. I felt it, but they didn't.
Matthew was standing with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched against the window. His neck muscles were tight, as if he were trying to hold something in that needed to break free but couldn't.
Esther was sitting on the edge of the couch with her hands gripping the fabric of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She was tense, as if she were trying to keep herself together. But I could see it in her eyes: a flash of something she didn't want to admit. Fear. Pain. Wanting. There was a lot going on inside her, an
