Conversation in the Living Room
The TV blared a cartoon while the kids sprawled across the floor, laughing at everything and nothing. “Marcus, stop hogging the popcorn,” Jessica whined, elbowing her brother playfully. Liam, eyes glued to his phone, let out a chuckle without even glancing up. Their laughter echoed through the room, forming a bubble of innocence that felt miles away from the truth I carried in my hands. I watched them, heart heavy, wondering—could anything ever really be as simple as it seemed?
Conversation In The Living Room
Choosing to Be Alone
Instead of tearing open the envelope right then, I decided to wait. “I’ll be in my study for a bit,” I told Rachel. She nodded absently, still flipping through her magazine, unaware of the chaos swirling just beneath the surface. I needed a moment—space to breathe, to carry the weight of what might come on my own. In the background, the kids kept up their playful chatter, their laughter a sharp contrast to the storm quietly building behind a closed door.
Choosing To Be Alone
