Silence That Spoke Volumes

Noa returned from the spa the next day, and if her mood were any tighter, it’d be a noose. She avoided Dave’s gaze, her silence louder than any words. When he asked about her so-called “skin-pampering adventure,” she responded with all the enthusiasm of a weather report—brief and emotionless.

A kiss on the cheek was all she offered before retreating, leaving Dave to try—and fail—to steer the conversation toward their upcoming getaway. Every attempt seemed to set off more landmines until, finally, Noa stormed upstairs, her frustration palpable. Dave couldn’t ignore it any longer—his gut was starting to seem all too right.