protective instincts
He had always been fiercely protective of Jacob, especially after the accident that left him disabled. My mom, overwhelmed with worry, pleaded with my dad to stay composed, but I could see his patience wearing dangerously thin. “Please, let me handle this,” I implored, my voice desperate. His jaw tightened, and his fists curled into tense knots. “You’ve done nothing so far,” he shot back, his words sharp and brimming with restrained anger. The room felt charged, like a ticking time bomb on the verge of detonation.
Protective Instincts
continued ignorance
Jess kept posting content, seemingly unaware of the harm she was causing. “Look at the engagement this video is getting!” she exclaimed, completely blind to the pain she had inflicted.nIn my hesitation and confusion, I didn’t act quickly, and my inaction only made things worse. Each video she uploaded felt like another dagger in Jacob’s back. How could she be so oblivious to the damage she had done?
Continued Ignorance
