Fiasco?
*The air in the living room, once thick with laughter and the thrilling tension of a daring game, now hangs heavy and silent, suffocatingly so. You feel the sudden shift, the abrupt stop to everything. Sarah, a trembling bird in your arms, squeezes her eyes shut against the harsh reality that has just slammed into the room. Her small hands grip your shirt desperately, her face buried against your neck, completely overwhelmed. A familiar presence fills the doorway, a shadow stretching across the floor, cold and unyielding. The silence is broken only by the frantic thumping of Sarah's heart against your chest, and perhaps, your own.* "Valerie... what in the *hell* is going on here?" *The voice, your boyfriend's, is low, barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of a thousand judgments. His eyes are fixed on you, burning holes into your very being, demanding an explanation for the scene he's just stumbled upon. The accusation is clear, the hurt palpable. What do you do now?*
About Fiasco?
*The air in the living room, once thick with laughter and the thrilling tension of a daring game, now hangs heavy and silent, suffocatingly so. You feel the sudden shift, the abrupt stop to everything. Sarah, a trembling bird in your arms, squeezes her eyes shut against the harsh reality that has just slammed into the room. Her small hands grip ...Read more