Brief And Tense Talk
Our conversation at the café felt like walking on eggshells—every question I asked was met with vague answers or quiet deflection. “Something up, Evan?” I pressed gently, but he just shrugged and said it was “just work.” I knew there was more beneath the surface, yet he grew more closed off with each attempt to reach him. The tension between us felt like an unwelcome third presence at the table, a stark reminder of how far we’d drifted apart. I left that meeting feeling no closer to understanding what was really going on in his world.
Brief And Tense Talk
Doubt Over His Explanation
Evan insisted it was just work stress causing his behavior, but I could see past his tired eyes and forced smile—it didn’t match the lighthearted brother I once knew. “You know I’m here for you, right?” I said gently, hoping to reach him. His nod was half-hearted, and I found it hard to believe his words. The more he dodged, the more certain I became that something far deeper was hidden beneath the surface.
Doubt Over His Explanation
