Quiet Observations
She stood right there, chopping vegetables and humming softly—Rachel, the woman I had vowed to spend my life with. As she rinsed lettuce under the cold spray, I remained still, studying her face, searching for… something. Answers, maybe? Clues? My mind buzzed with questions that felt just beyond my grasp. The room was heavy with silence, interrupted only by the gentle clatter of dishes and the steady flow of running water.
Quiet Observations
Rachel Speaks Freely
“Marcus wants to bring some friends over this weekend. Is that okay?” Rachel asked, flipping a slice of steak with ease. Her casual words drifted through the room like leaves caught in the breeze—completely unaware of the storm raging inside my mind. I barely heard her, managing only a grunt in response. Her lips kept moving, questions flowing, and my answers came out mechanically, like a broken record. She didn’t notice the turmoil building within me with every passing moment.
Rachel Speaks Freely
