Nora

Days turned into a blur, each one blending into the next, like colors running together in a rainy watercolor painting. The weight of resentment settled deep within me, a heavy cloak that refused to lift. Liam, once my solace, had become the focal point of my anger. It was as if the universe conspired to twist our fate into a cruel joke.

“Nora?”

I turned to Nancy. Rage still filling my eyes in the past few days.

“You need to take it easy on yourself.”

But anytime she tried to pacify my anger. I would turn away from her, not willing to let this anger go. It pleased me...