Reminiscing Over Beers
We took a break on the porch, sipping beers and savoring the illusion of shared nostalgia. As Tom chuckled over old high school pranks, I watched him closely, noting every laugh line and subtle twitch. His demeanor felt genuine—like a sunlit forest without shadows—but still, I searched relentlessly, convinced that guilt might be hiding in the quiet spaces between his moments of ease.
Reminiscing Over Beers
Noticing Tom’s Guilty Expressions
I began to catch little details I’d overlooked before—a fleeting flicker across Tom’s face, moments of something unspoken when he thought I wasn’t watching. His laughter softened at times, and subtle changes in his expression hinted at ambiguity. Could unease and guilt be hiding beneath his practiced ease? I knew I couldn’t settle for mere possibilities; only the unvarnished truth could unravel the tangled web between us.
Noticing Tom’s Guilty Expressions
