Andrew
As I drive the car, the rhythmic hum of the engine fills the heavy silence in the air. Skylar sits beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, lost in her own thoughts. I notice a slight furrow in her brow, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s still mulling over our fight last night.
I've been replaying the argument over and over in my mind, the way my words slipped out before I could fully comprehend their impact. I foolishly insinuated that she was using insulin shots to lose weight. How could I have been so thoughtless? The hurt in her eyes cut deep, and I made sure to apologize sincerely and clear the air last night.
But as I steal glances at Skylar, her distant expression remains unchanged. Is she still holding onto the hurt? The mere thought of her carrying that burde
