Facing Lisa Outside Court
In the courthouse corridor, Lisa approached, her expression a mixture of defiance and hesitation. It had been ages since we had been this close. Her eyes hinted at inner conflict, perhaps regret. “Tom,” she began, pausing as if weighing each word. I braced myself, aware that the unspoken tension and the weight of our shared history hung thickly between us.
Facing Lisa Outside Court
Lisa’s Nod To Our Past
Unexpectedly, Lisa acknowledged the life we had shared. “We had good times,” she admitted quietly, before adding, “But I need freedom now.” Her voice blended resolve with vulnerability, reflecting how her sudden fortune had shifted everything. Her words painted a portrait of someone seeking a new beginning, desiring more than I could provide, yet amidst the chaos, a faint trace of understanding lingered between us.
Lisa’s Nod To Our Past
