Pleas Through the Wood
Their voices carried through the walls, though the words were slightly muffled by the insulation. Mark shouted that they were sorry and that we needed to discuss this like adults immediately.
Sarah chimed in, yelling that they loved me and just wanted to understand what was happening. Their sudden desire for communication was a sharp contrast to the cold silence at dinner.
I ignored their pleas, knowing exactly what financial motivation drove this sudden change of heart.