Seeing Less of Sarah
Days turned into weeks, and we saw less of Sarah. With each passing day, worry gnawed at us. The house seemed quieter and colder without her laughter.
Our conversations always circled back to Sarah, filled with regret and anger. “Did we do the right thing?” Mike often wondered, voicing the question haunting us both.
Yet, despite the growing gap, we held onto hope, hoping she’d reach out, just once, to say she was okay.