Synopsis

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, a palpable thing in the room. He watched her, a slow, steady observation that seemed to burrow beneath his skin. A flicker of something – frustration? Resignation? – crossed her face, and he felt a familiar ache in his chest. The carefully constructed facade of composure began to crumble. The session had been a disaster. Words, meant to build bridges, instead erected walls. Her carefully chosen phrases, intended to foster understanding, only seemed