Around the corner
I peeked around the corner, seeing Laura clutching the envelope, her knuckles white from the grip. Ethan stood there, looking defeated but defiant.
‘You’re not telling me everything, Ethan,’ Laura accused, her voice softer now but no less intense. She held the envelope up, shaking it slightly as if demanding it reveal more.
The sight of them in that state made my heart ache for the simpler times.