Tom’s Desperation
As the conversation grew heavier, Tom’s expression revealed his desperation. “We just need more time,” he pleaded, his voice edged with worry. I studied him closely, trying to judge if his words carried sincerity or just another excuse. Beside me, Mark sat in silence, his usual defenses slipping away. The atmosphere thickened, every glance and pause layered with tension.
Tom’s Desperation
Mark’s Silent Struggle
Throughout it all, Mark barely spoke, his silence louder than any explanation. He sat stiffly, the weight of his family’s secrets pressing down on him. I caught the flicker of hesitation in his eyes whenever I pushed for details. “Are you okay, Mark?” I asked quietly. He looked at me then, his gaze clouded with guilt and uncertainty, as though burdened by truths he wasn’t ready to share.
Mark’s Silent Struggle
