Waiting for clarity
With trepidation, I awaited Alex’s visit where I hoped for clarity. Her mind filled with questions and scenarios, she couldn’t help but pace the floor.
Each tick of the clock made her more anxious. Would Alex finally come clean? Would she be able to handle the truth?
The minutes felt like hours, the anticipation gnawing at her. She prepared herself mentally, steeling her nerves for whatever revelations were coming her way.