OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER
I just stared at the words until the screen dimmed and my reflection appeared in the black glass—tired, older, smaller.
Maya whispered, “He’ll come around.”
I nodded, but my heart didn’t agree.
Outside, thunder rumbled far away, rolling across the sky like a warning.
And as I sat there, holding my phone in the dark, I realized silence could hurt louder than any sound.