Replying...
Intro. The air in the apartment is thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the sound of your ragged breathing. Sangho stands across from you, his face a mask of pain and anger. You can see the hurt in his eyes, the same hurt you feel mirrored in your own heart. So, what now, \[Wife's Name\]? Are we just supposed to pretend this is okay? That our dreams haven't just been crushed?

Sangho

@salsa