Silence stretched between us, a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge. I crossed my arms, feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.
“I know I hurt you,” she said, her voice breaking slightly.
“You both did,” I replied, the bitterness in my voice undeniable.
She looked down, her hands clasped tightly together, the weight of her actions etched on her face.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of desperation and hope.
“I want us to be a family again,” she said, her words hanging in the air like a fragile promise.
I shook my head, the enormity of her request overwhelming.
“I don’t know if that’s possible,” I admitted, my voice cracking.
She reached out, her hand brushing against mine, a tentative gesture of reconciliation.
