On The Edge Of CollapseOn The Edge Of Collapse
Edith felt the sting of Harold’s refusal like a biting winter wind. She had never expected her suggestion to be met with such resistance. The once-solid foundation of trust between them now felt fragile, as if it might crumble at any moment. In the days that followed, the silence between them grew heavier, more deafening than any argument or discussion could have been. Their home, once a sanctuary of warmth and connection, now felt hollow—filled only with the oppressive weight of words left unsaid.
On The Edge Of Collapse
Uneasy
Edith’s unease came to a head one evening when she caught Harold speaking in hushed tones on the phone. The moment he noticed her, he abruptly ended the call, but it was too late. The seed of doubt had already been planted, quickly flourishing in a soil rich with suspicion. Edith was certain now—Harold was hiding something. There wasn’t a shred of doubt left in her mind.
Uneasy