Lisa’s Unspoken Worry
As we left their house, Lisa managed a brief thank you, but her eyes told a different story. They were filled with a disturbing worry that she could not bring herself to express. That expression stuck with me, like a mute cry screaming out. I squeezed her hand on the way out, intending to offer some consolation, but it lingered like a whisper of a storm to come. Something was clearly wrong, but what?
Lisa’s Unspoken Worry
Unexpected Call At Dinner
Just as I was settling in for supper at Jane’s, my phone rang. Mark’s voice sounded unsteady and sad. I quickly excused myself to respond, slipping away from the table. ‘Mark? What’s going on? I inquired, my stomach plummeting. I could feel the pain over the phone, fear coiling around my heart like a tightrope.
Unexpected Call At Dinner
