Graham's Point Of View

The sharp clink of metal on porcelain rang out louder than it should have, echoing across the thick silence of the dining room as I dropped my fork. My hand trembled slightly from the tension bubbling inside me, the sound louder in my ears than the hush that followed Elena’s dramatic exit.

She was gone. Again.

I could still hear her voice, laced with false cheer, echoing in my head as she’d chirped into her phone, pretending to speak to a boyfriend that didn’t ...