Every note stung. Each gesture resembled a sharp slap. His eyes pierced into hers with venom. The paper in his hand could have been a murderous weapon, instead of a mere legal conclusion. She sat like a wall of armor, only moving to blink. As their dining table shared the brunt of his anger, she wondered only one thing: how could his voice have sounded so beautiful just last week?
A Different Voice
Short but vivid. It paints a stark but clear picture
Glad to know that came out.