(Esther’s Point of View)
The room felt different now. Somehow, lighter. It was as if the tension had changed into something easier to deal with and more familiar, even though it wasn't completely gone.
It was easier than I thought it would be. The pain, the anger, and the frustration had almost broken us. But as I stood here in front of Matthew, something told me that there might be a way for us to get back together.
I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. I didn't know where this talk would go, but I was ready to start.
"Matthew," I said softly, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over us.
He was sitting on the edge of the couch with tense shoulders, but they weren't as stiff as they had been. His hands were clasped together, fingers intertwined, as if he were holding o
