Asking About The Baby
My curiosity took control as we sat in tense silence, sipping coffee. I asked softly, not wanting to come across as overly inquisitive, “How’s the baby?” Mark paused, staring at his cup as though the whirling coffee held secrets he couldn’t quite uncover. I wanted more, but he trailed off after muttering something ambiguous about “unexpected challenges.” My anxiety increased as his comments lingered between us, raising more questions than they addressed.
Asking About The Baby
Vague Responses
My anxiety only deepened as a result of Mark’s pathetic answers. It was like staring at a closed book when I attempted to read his face. There was still mystery around everything. Desperate for an honest response, I gently prodded, “Is there anything else I should know?” His evasive responses hardly touched the surface, which heightened my feeling that beneath their homely exterior was something more profound and concerning. The silence in the room was overwhelming.
Vague Responses
