Tori
I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands folded tightly in my lap. The home I had once found comforting was now my prison. The clock ticked softly in the distance, the sound an unbearable reminder of the silence in the house. However, it was the tension in the room that was near suffocating. That and the way Adam paced around the living room. His mood was dark and unpredictable. He had been on edge all day and I knew he was about to crack. It was late, and I had no idea what to do or how to calm him down.
“You have been so distant lately,” Adam said as he broke the uneasy silence. I cringed as he stopped pacing and looked over at me.
“I’m just tired, Adam,” I told him truthfully. He studied me for a moment, and I knew he believed me. I looked like death. It probably had a lot to
