The morning came too soon, the light filtering through the blinds casting stripes on the floor.
Jamie was already up, sipping coffee and scrolling through the phone.
I joined at the table, the silence between us heavy.
The appointment was set for mid-morning, and I felt the minutes slipping away.
The pest control specialist would arrive soon, and with them, the end of my uneasy alliance with the centipedes.
I needed to decide if I would say anything, try to spare them.
But what could I say that wouldn’t sound ridiculous?
Jamie seemed oblivious to my inner turmoil, focused on the screen.
The clock ticked loudly in the quiet room, each second a reminder of what was coming.
Finally, Jamie spoke, breaking the silence.
