A Return Home
The drive home felt longer, weighed down by unseen baggage. I replayed the scene, every gesture and nonverbal cue analyzed like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t fit.
Back home, the quiet felt even louder, underscoring Alex’s absence. An itch of determination started to grow within me.
I rifled through past conversations, searching for threads of connection, a plan forming in my mind. One thing was clear; I wasn’t ready to let go of the bond we once had.