~Aaron~

Joan was acting weird. These past few days, her entire attitude had shifted, and trying to understand her was becoming impossible. Worse still, she wouldn’t even tell me what was going on. I hadn’t pushed further because, well, she was the type to recoil into herself when pressed. So, I waited, hoping she’d come to me in her own time. 

And, well, that wasn’t happening either. 

I’d stayed up the whole night—not because I couldn’t sleep, but because I was anxious. It was ...