Wish You Can
Gerald sat quietly on the edge of the couch, his gaze fixed on Aubrey. She had fallen asleep, her head resting on a throw pillow, her body curled up in a comfortable position. The rise and fall of her chest was steady, her breathing deep and even, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room earlier as she had ranted about Ellen and Mason.
Aubrey had been so animated, so full of frustration and anger, her words tumbling out in a heated stream as she vented about how much she despised Ellen, how she couldn't wait for Mason to come back to her. Gerald had listened patiently, nodding along and offering soft words of comfort whenever he could, but there was little he could say to ease her pain.