(Matthew's Point of View)
The tension in the room was unbearable, almost suffocating. I could feel it in the air…the weight of everything that had happened, everything that was still hanging over us. The storm I had warned Esther about was no longer something distant or abstract; it was here, and it was real.
I stood by the window, my back turned to her, not wanting to see the look in her eyes. I knew she could feel the shift, the distance that was growing between us. I could feel it too…more than ever.
“Matthew?” Her voice cut through the silence like a knife, soft but firm. She had been quiet for too long, too patient. But I could feel the storm building in her, the questions she was holding back, the frustration simmering just below the surface.
I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. If
