As Jeff and Mia arrived home, the clock striking past midnight, the house was enveloped in a serene silence, a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the wedding they had just left.
Mia lingered by the door, her thoughts swirling in her mind, unsure of how to broach the subject that had been weighing heavily on her heart since she had told Jeff that they could talk about everything later.
"Goodnight, Mia," Jeff said softly, breaking the silence as he moved to head to his room.
Mia hesitated for a moment before stopping him. "Wait, Jeff. Can we talk?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jeff turned back, concern etched on his face. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his tone filled with genuine worry.
Mia nodded slowly. "I just... I think we should talk now," she said, her voice wavering slightly.
"We don't have to talk about it right now. It's past midnight…."
