The drive home is a blur of streetlights and darkened windows.
My thoughts drift back to the announcement, to the promise that feels so fragile.
At home, I sit at the kitchen table, bills piled up beside me.
The numbers blur together, another reminder of the uncertainty that stretches into every part of my life.
I think about the town hall meeting, about facing the community.
The weight of their expectations bears down heavily.
I wish I had more to give them, more than just the vague assurances that feel so hollow.
The clock ticks steadily in the background.
Time doesn’t pause for uncertainty.
It marches on, indifferent to our struggles.
