Outside, the sky was a muted gray, matching the heaviness in my heart.
I watched as a few raindrops began to patter against the window, a quiet soundtrack to my thoughts.
“It doesn’t make sense,” I said, more to myself than to Laura.
“How could I have missed this?”
“Sometimes we see what we want to see,” she replied gently.
Her words stung, not because they were harsh, but because they were true.
I had been blind, willingly so, and now the truth was here, demanding to be acknowledged.
I stood up, pacing the room, my mind racing as I tried to process everything.
“What do I do now?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
Laura sighed softly, the sound full of empathy.
