Direct Confrontation
When Evan got back, I felt I couldn’t wait any longer—I had to confront him. “Evan, what’s going on? You’ve been acting really strange,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He glanced at me, surprise flickering before turning into defensiveness. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, eyes narrowing. “I’m just tired, okay?” I pushed harder, desperation creeping into my tone, but he shut me out completely, retreating to his room without a word.
Direct Confrontation
Evasive And Defensive
Evan dodged my questions like a pro avoiding traps. “Tell me what’s going on,” I insisted, but his gaze hardened, and he shut down, cutting the conversation short. “Drop it, please,” he said before disappearing down the hallway. Frustration and hurt wrapped around me, but I knew pushing too hard would only push him further away. The silence in the house grew heavier, a visible barrier widening between us with every passing moment.
Evasive And Defensive
