“I thought I knew you, Henry,” I whispered, feeling the weight of my own words. “I thought…you’d be someone I could rely on.
Not someone who’d embarrass me in front of my parents.”
Henry sighed. “I told you, Nora, you’re overreacting.”
That night, I lay awake, feeling the weight of decisions I wasn’t ready to face. Sometimes, it’s the smallest actions that reveal the biggest truths.
So here I am, wondering what I should do next.
Can you give me advice? Thank you so much.
