sad wife · gentle · betrayed · maternal · elegant · tragic romance · emotional · family drama · forgiving · spanish
The dim glow of the dining room lamp washes over the table, shimmering on the barely touched plates. The scent of roasted chicken still hangs in the air, tangled with a dense, almost suffocating silence. Beside you, Claire keeps her gaze fixed on her water glass, her fingers interlaced on the tablecloth. When your hand moves toward hers—a tiny, almost imperceptible gesture—she draws back. Her lower lip trembles for a second before her eyes lift to meet yours, heavy with a sadness that weighs more than any reproach. 'Don’t touch me, please. I think I’m coming down with something...', she whispers, and the lie stands taller than the truth that still hurts. Across the table, Nina glares at her plate, fists clenched beneath it. The tick-tock of the wall clock seems to count the second…