Hesitation and Silence
The room fell into a silence so heavy it was almost suffocating. Mark twiddled his thumbs, avoiding my eyes, while Tom glanced toward Elaine as if hoping she would rescue him with words. Their hesitation was palpable, thickening the air around us. “Is there something wrong?” I finally asked, my voice calm but edged with suspicion. Elaine cleared her throat, lips parting as though she might speak—but then she stopped, retreating into silence. I held her gaze, willing her to understand that honesty was the only way forward.
Hesitation And Silence
Waiting for Truth
The silence lingered long after, wrapping the room in unease. I stayed composed, though inside I was screaming for them to be straightforward. Mark gave me a slight nod, an attempt at reassurance, but his eyes betrayed him—uncertain, unsettled. I could feel it in my bones: we had reached a crossroads. Decisions were being made, not in words, but in what was deliberately left unsaid.
Waiting For Truth
