We’ll figure it out together.

Lily

As I stood in the kitchen, my hands busying themselves with washing the dishes but my mind elsewhere, I heard the familiar sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Instinctively, I glanced out of the window, and there it was, Noah's car. My heartbeat quickened, a mix of anticipation and frustration washing over me. I knew that soon, he would come looking for me, wanting to talk, to sort things out but I wasn't ready. Not yet. Not after what had happened.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The argument we had earlier still lingered in my mind, the harsh words exchanged, the raw emotions laid bare. I was still mad at him, angry at how things had escalated. But beneath that anger, there was hurt, disappointment, and a hint of longing for things to be right again.

I heard the front door open, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. I tensed, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation. Noah appeared in the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and appre