The streets of the neighborhood seemed quieter than usual that night. The heavy sky, covered by dense clouds, made me wish for a storm. A thunderclap, a lightning bolt—anything to break the tension that had been building inside me since I left the restaurant with Ravi.
Walking home was a calculated choice. After work, I decided to walk. I needed time to clear my mind, to organize the thoughts that had been jumbled since lunch.
Ravi's presence, his firm words, and his determined gaze still echoed in my head. He wanted to be present. He wanted to help. He wanted to come to the next appointment.
And I had let him.
I knew the risk I was taking if Roger found out. But for the first time in a long time, a part of me needed to lean on someone. Someone who wouldn't yell at me, who wouldn't mak
