Sidestepping The Unspoken
Our talk revolved around things left unsaid, as if we were walking on a tightrope. ‘How are things doing with the baby?’ I asked cautiously. ‘It’s… tough,’ Lisa said, a shadow darkening her voice. We both acted that everything was normal, but the unspoken words lingered, like ghosts haunting our conversation. Regardless of the front, I knew there was more to her story. I needed to find a way to peel back the layers without inflicting harm.
Sidestepping The Unspoken
Wanting To Help
A part of me wanted to help over the phone, but Mark had appealed for patience and prudence. ‘We need time,’ he had explained. Despite his caution, the desire to assist Lisa was great. ‘If you need anything, I’m here,’ I said. There was a moment, a heartbeat, and I prayed she would open up. But instead, she thanked me, her uncertainty obvious. The gap between us was widening, putting me in pain of waiting.
Wanting To Help
