"What's our next move?" Vivian inquired as she gently rubbed my chest while we lay on the bed. The day had just dawned, and the throbbing pain in my hand radiated throughout my body. I struggled to move, knowing I had to be at the office, but Vivian was insistent.
Her concern for the current situation outweighed any monetary concerns. I never anticipated her unwavering support, and I was reluctant to involve her in this mess, knowing she had endured so much.
"Do you not want to confide in me, or do you believe I shouldn't be a part of your personal life?" She posed a thought-provoking question, one that had the potential to damage our relationship.
"Why would you even think that? Why wouldn't I want you in my personal life? You mean everything to me," I assured her, my voice soft and measured.
"But your actions don't always reflect that. It's not enough to say it; you need to show it," she replied, leaving the bed briefly to return with a cup of coffee.
