Episode 2: The Cracks Begin to Show
Wesley’s voice dropped lower, colder.
“We’re leaving.”
But I didn’t move.
And that… that was new.
For years, I would have followed without hesitation. Smiled. Apologized later for something I didn’t understand. Shrunk myself back into place.
Not tonight.
“I’m listening,” I said quietly.
That was all it took.
Not defiance. Not anger. Just… presence.
Wesley’s hand slipped from my arm—not by choice, but because something in the room no longer allowed him to hold me that way.
People were watching now. Not politely. Not socially.
Watching.
Really seeing.
