♡ Megan ♡
Between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, things between Brendan and me had only gotten worse. We barely talked, and when we did, the conversations felt forced, filled with awkward pauses and unspoken thoughts that neither of us wanted to address. I spent most of my time at the bakery, throwing myself into work just to avoid the tension at home. It was easier to keep my hands busy, to focus on the customers, the holiday rush, and the smell of cinnamon and fresh bread, rather than deal with the gnawing pit in my stomach every time Brendan and I sat in the same room. Brendan had noticed. He wasn’t oblivious. He knew I was pulling away, more so than before, but instead of talking about it, he tried to act like everything was fine. He still made me coffee in the mornings. He still kisse
