This only deepened Veronica’s isolation, leaving her teetering on the edge of self-doubt. Was she imagining everything? Was she being irrational? James’s unwavering calm made her feel as though she were trapped in her own spiraling thoughts, completely alone.
One afternoon, folding Esther’s clothes, Veronica tried to shake off her worries. With the laundry neatly stacked in her arms, she headed toward Esther’s room, humming softly to herself in an effort to push away the gnawing discomfort settling in her chest.