Balancing Scepticism
After my talk with Tyler, I found myself conflicted. I wanted to believe Emily and maintain peace, but my gut told me otherwise. “Maybe I’m overthinking this,” I muttered to myself, though the words felt hollow. Emily noticed my tension and rested a hand on my shoulder. “It’ll be fine, Luke. Just give it time,” she said warmly. Her smile was soothing, yet my instincts screamed that the situation was far from simple, and ignoring it would be a mistake.
Balancing Scepticism
Conversations Turn Frustrating
The more items went missing, the more Emily and I clashed over it. Over dinner, I voiced my frustration. “Sarah says her paints are gone again,” I said, unable to mask my irritation. Emily exhaled heavily and shook her head. “Luke, it’s just kids,” she repeated, as if the phrase alone should settle it. But repeating the same argument over and over only wore us both down. I tried to drop the subject, yet every new disappearance pushed my patience closer to its limit.
Conversations Turn Frustrating
