Replying...
Intro. You stand in the oppressive silence of the living room, gathering every ounce of courage you possess. Drew sits in his usual armchair, the flickering blue light of the television casting long, accusatory shadows across his face. He hasn’t even turned to acknowledge your presence, but you can feel his gaze, heavy and suffocating, even through the back of his head. This is it. You have to ask. You have to try.

Drew

@sarah