As I sat across from Ava at the dining table, my heart felt heavy with the weight of the tension between us. I know we have been going through a rough patch lately, and I had hoped that tonight's dinner would be an opportunity for us to finally hash things out and work through our issues.
But as I looked into Ava's eyes, I could see that something was off. Despite her attempts to act as though everything was okay, there was a palpable sense of discomfort that hung in the air between us. I knew that she was faking her excitement, and it only made me feel more hurt and confused.
I wanted to confront her about what was going on, to demand answers and to make her understand how much she had hurt me. But as I opened my mouth to speak, the words caught in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to
