Gentle Reminders
Between pauses, I gently reminded Alex of the promises he’d made—ones about responsibility and gratitude.
‘Remember when we talked about value and understanding the worth of things, not just their price?’ I asked softly.
Alex glanced up briefly, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. I hoped for a moment of connection, a glimpse that our shared history was still alive in him, even if hidden under layers of current hurt and confusion.