Whispers of a Second Chance
I nodded, a familiar pang of sadness resonating within me.
“How about you?” I asked, hoping to shift the conversation away from the bittersweet topic of Joana’s impending marriage.
Her smile faltered, a shadow of sadness replacing the warmth in her eyes.
“We never talk about that thing,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. I could see the shift in her mood, the unspoken pain etched on her face.
“Well, I’m also single,” I offered, attempting to lighten the mood. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, a shared understanding of the complexities of our past and the uncertainties of our future.