The silence in the house was deafening. Willow's parents had barely spoken to each other in days, and the tension was suffocating. Willow felt like she was drowning in the sea of unspoken words.
She wandered through the empty halls, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She felt lost and alone, unsure of how to navigate the treacherous landscape of her parents' crumbling marriage.
As she passed by the kitchen, Willow noticed a piece of paper on the counter. It was a note, scribbled in her mother's handwriting:
"Meet me at the park at 5 pm. I need to talk to you."
Willow's heart skipped a beat. What did her mother want to talk about? Was it about the fights, the silences, or something else entirely?
She felt a surge of anxiety, her mind racing with possibilities. She didn't know what to expect, but she knew she had to be there.