Strained Conversations
Talking to Evan felt like navigating through thick fog—every attempt to discuss even simple things was met with detours. When I brought up, “Hey, remember our trip to the lake?” he only mumbled, “Yeah,” without adding anything more. I had hoped that recalling good memories would ignite a connection, but instead, he seemed to drift even further away. It was like speaking to a stranger, and it hurt deeply to see our once-strong bond unravel into a fragile thread of silence.
Strained Conversations
Mysterious Letter’s Arrival
One afternoon, the familiar clank of the mailbox drew my attention, and as I shuffled over expecting the usual bills or flyers, a strange envelope addressed to Evan caught my eye. It had no return address and was written in an unfamiliar script. Curiosity sparked, I placed it on the kitchen counter, wondering about its significance—it felt like the start of a new puzzle, one that might finally hold the answers to Evan’s sudden change.
Mysterious Letter’s Arrival
