Sarah’s Unease
As we sat there, Sarah’s hands seemed to tremble slightly, and the laughter that spilled from her was thin and brittle.
“Are you sure everything’s alright, honey?” Jenny asked gently, her eyes searching Sarah’s. “Of course,” Sarah replied, avoiding our eyes, busying herself with trivial tasks.
The falseness of her cheer haunted me, and Jenny exchanged glances that told me she felt the tension, too. Something was off, and we knew it.