"Margaux, listen carefully. How can I regain trust? Do I need to bring your partner in to get the truth out?" My anger surges, and I struggle to find words. "I've repeatedly asked you not to mention him." The room falls silent, the tension palpable. I'm not ready to share that we've been apart for weeks, even though I'm doing everything in my power to keep it hidden. Everyone knows I'm giving it my all. "What's got you so off today? Your energy feels different," you inquire. I roll my eyes, jesting, "Since when are you a fortune-teller?" Sighing, I confess, "I'd sell everything I own just to see you again and hear those apologies from your lips."
