Days of Silence
For the next few days, there was nothing. No calls, no messages. Gary didn’t say it out loud, but I could see the pain etched across his face every time he opened his phone.
At night, I’d find him sitting quietly on the porch, staring out into the dark.
“She’s just young,” I whispered.
He nodded. “Maybe I made her that way.”
But sometimes, silence does what words can’t — it gives truth a chance to echo.
