I watched him walk out of the restaurant, his anger trailing behind him like a storm he thought he could hide. The room felt smaller without his performance filling it, and for the first time that evening, the silence felt honest. The waitress stayed beside me, her confession quiet but unwavering, offering a truth I hadn’t known I desperately needed.
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