An Empty Living Room
The air inside the house was heavy with anxiety. A quick look around the living area showed that the baby was nowhere to be seen. I tried to hide my mounting worry by asking, “Is everything alright?” Mark hardly gave me a glance, his attention straying. My intuition told me that something was wrong, and his silence spoke louder than words could. I was desperate to discover the secrets that seemed to be hidden in every nook and cranny of the space.
An Empty Living Room
Shaky Offering
With his hands shaking a little as he carefully set the cup down in front of me, Mark busied himself with the coffee machine. “Coffee?” he asked, his tone a bit too informal for the tension in the room. In an attempt to start a conversation, I agreed. The spark of cold in his eyes contrasted sharply with the warmth of the cup. Unspoken fears filled the imaginary abyss that yawned between us as we sat across from one another.
Shaky Offering
