I am once again disturbed. Camila's voice cuts through the air, her anger palpable as she shouts at Jay. It's a jarring contrast to the usual quietude of our shared apartment. As I step into the living room, I am met with a scene I hadn't anticipated.
Camila standing near the entrance, her face flushed with frustration, and she's locked in a heated argument with Jay. I thought Jay was drunk and passed out but here he is arguing with his loud girlfriend. Not only are they disturbing me, but I am also sure they are disturbing other people in this building. Their voices clash like thunder, echoing off the walls, and it's evident that something has gone terribly wrong between them.
I hesitate at the doorway, caught between the desire to give them privacy and the urge to intervene. The tensio
