Rachel’s Concerned Questions
Rachel’s surprise was clear as she asked, “You’re not going to work?” Her brow lifted, waiting for my answer. I tried to sound casual, saying I just needed a day alone. She nodded, though uncertainty lingered in her eyes. “Let me know if you need anything,” she offered softly, her concern wrapping around me like a warm blanket—one threaded with the unspoken questions I wasn’t ready to face.
Rachel’s Concerned Questions
Digging For Answers
With a full day stretching before me, I climbed into the attic and began sifting through dusty old boxes. Moving aside forgotten seasonal decorations, I searched for anything that might bring clarity to the turmoil swirling in my mind. Old photo albums, report cards—each item was a plunge into the past, and piece by piece, I examined them, hoping that somewhere among these relics I might find the answers I so desperately sought.
Digging For Answers
