I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs bouncing lightly against the floor. My mind raced, replaying every thought from the day, every unanswered question. I had been waiting for Aaron all day, and now, finally, I heard the familiar click of the door.
"Hi, honey," he said, stepping into the room. His voice sounded tired—he always looked a little worn after a long day at the office, but today it seemed heavier, slower, like the weight of something unsaid pressed on him.
I didn't respond immediately. I just watched him, taking in the slump of his shoulders, the way his hands fell lazily by his sides. He didn't notice me staring; his eyes were tired, distant.
"Hey…" he whispered under the pillow, "what's wrong with you today?"
I drew in a slow breath, trying to steady the nervous flutter in my chest. "I… I need to ask you something important," I said, finally breaking the silence.
