Chapter 61 Siblings Argument

• The apartment seemed to hold its breath, heavy with the aftermath of our argument. Carl's disapproving gaze spoke volumes as I ventured into the kitchen, the tension palpable in the air. His refusal to join me for breakfast or even engage in casual conversation only amplified the strained atmosphere.
• Despite the rift between us, I understood his perspective. Carl wasn't trying to hurt me; he was simply looking out for my best interests. His insistence on confronting the past was driven by a desire to liberate me from the shackles of shame and regret that had plagued me for far too long.
• I respected his intentions, even if I wasn't ready to confront the demons of my past just yet. The thought of dredging up painful memories filled me with dread, a visceral fear of reliving past traumas that I had worked so hard to bury.