A Normal Evening?
When Breydan stepped through the door that evening, Kayla greeted him without her usual maid charade—a small nod to normalcy that felt anything but normal. Breydan’s skeptical frown met Kayla’s composed exterior, the two of them locked in a quiet game of pretense. They were performers in an unspoken drama, both keenly aware of the tension simmering beneath the surface yet choosing to glide across it, unacknowledged. It was a fragile dance of appearances, and Kayla was determined to keep the façade intact, if only for a little while longer.
A Normal Evening
Dinner Tension
The dinner table between Kayla and Breydan was a quiet battlefield, defined not by words but by a heavy, unspoken tension. Kayla moved through the silence with practiced composure, nodding politely and offering the occasional response as Breydan recounted his day. The weight of their unaddressed emotions hung in the air, yet she maintained a fragile peace—a testament to her resilience and determination to preserve the fragile illusion of normalcy they both clung to.
Dinner Tension
