Shared Frustration
My husband tried brushing off our mutual frustration with a dismissive wave. His eyes met mine across the room, communicating what words couldn’t express.
She continued, seemingly unaware, moving from room to room like she owned the place, stirring up unspoken tensions wherever she went.
Our shared glances conveyed our thoughts, but words failed us—this was a confusing mess, leaving us all entangled in silence.