The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled Joan's living room, a sound that usually brought me peace. But today, as I sat on the soft couch staring out at the wave, it did little to calm the storm raging within me.
Joan had left for work, called away by an emergency, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
The doorbell's chime snapped me out of my thought. My heart skipped a beat. Taking a deep breath, I rose to answer it, grateful for Noah's quick response to my message.
"Diane," Noah said softly as I opened the door. His eyes searched mine, filled with concern. Relief washed over me at the sight of his familiar face.
"Noah," I breathed, stepping aside to let him in. "Thank you for coming."
He followed me into the living room, and we settled onto the couch. Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. I could feel Noah's gaze on me, patient, understanding—waiting for me to speak.
"So," Noah finally said, his voice gentle. "What happened today?"
