Subtle Glances
As the discussion unfolded, I noticed fleeting glances passing between Mark and his parents, a silent conversation playing out in the spaces between their words. Tom shifted in his chair, restless, while Elaine’s slow nods seemed to signal quiet agreements only they understood. It felt like they shared a language I wasn’t privy to, deepening my sense of being an outsider in the room.
Subtle Glances
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The drive home was wrapped in silence until I finally spoke. “Mark, I need clearer answers,” I said, unable to hold back my frustration. He exhaled sharply, eyes fixed on the road. “Alright, alright,” he muttered, shaken but resigned. “We’ll sort it out when we get home. I’ll fix this,” he promised, though the uncertainty in his voice left me unsure if he truly could.
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