Signs Of Distress
The visit left us with more questions. Behind the welcoming smiles and small talk, Sarah seemed on edge.
Her messy apartment hinted at chaos—discarded clothes, unwashed dishes. “You doing okay here?” I asked lightly, trying to keep the concern out of my voice.
“Yeah, just busy lately,” she replied, her smile too tight. It was a facade, her posture tense, hinting at underlying distress.
We exchanged worried looks, aware there was more beneath the surface.