A Tense Morning
The morning dawned like any other, with the usual clatter of breakfast being prepared, but something felt different.
My husband couldn’t sit still, his movements jerky and distracted. He kept checking the clock, as if time couldn’t move fast enough for him.
I tried making small talk, but each attempt fell into awkward silence. His mind was clearly somewhere else, and the kids, noticing the tension, stayed unusually quiet.