Listening In Silence
I leaned back in silence, cradling my thoughts as Jess continued to reminisce, her words drifting through the room like soft music. But inside, a quiet storm churned. I nodded and smiled at the right moments, not wanting to dim her joy. It wasn’t that I doubted our sons’ potential—far from it—but my mind was anchored elsewhere, caught in the weight of everything we were trying to make sense of, tangled in a web of emotions I hadn’t yet begun to unravel.
Listening In Silence
Missing Connection
The evening unfolded gently around us as I flipped through baby photos of Caleb and Dylan, their tiny faces beaming up from the pages. But an odd sensation tugged at me—something subtle, something off. I couldn’t quite place it, and after a moment, I brushed the feeling aside, chalking it up to my mind playing tricks, distorting the comfort of those memories. Still, the unease lingered, a quiet whisper refusing to fade into the background.
Missing Connection
