Pulling out

The night was heavy with silence. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but pressure dense, suffocating, waiting for something to crack.

Ayisha sat cross legged on the couch, her eyes fixed on Tessa across the room. Tessa had been pacing for the past ten minutes, her fingers running through her hair, her lips moving silently as if repeating words to herself. Her restlessness filled the room like static electricity.

Finally, Ayisha spoke. Her tone was calm, but beneath it was ...