Silent Observations
She was right there, chopping vegetables, humming a tune. Rachel, the woman I vowed to spend my life with.
As she washed lettuce under the cold spray, I just stood quietly, studying her face, searching for… something. Answers, maybe? Clues?
My mind was full of questions that seemed to dangle just out of reach. Silence filled the room, broken only by the clatter of dishes and running water.