MARGARET POV
As I descended the stairs, the soft glow of dawn crept through the windows, illuminating the silent house. I clutched my songbook tightly, eager to share my latest melodies with Aaron.
This time I won't hear that he left early.
But my enthusiasm was tempered by the faint hope that he would finally break his silence. For what felt like an eternity, we'd been living in the same space, yet worlds apart. His distant gaze and curt responses had become the norm.
It couldn't be that he was still angry with me for that matter is it?
I inserted a cassette into the player, and the Funky Brothers' upbeat rhythms filled the room.
As the music washed over me, I let go of my worries and lost myself in the beat. I twirled and spun, my feet moving in time with the music. The volume swelled, and I sang along, my voice blending with the harmonies. In this fleeting moment, I forgot about the rift between us and felt at peace.