It was getting worse. Looking at him, listening to him. Watching them together. The ache had begun to eat at her…numbing her. She wondered if this was how he’d felt. But somewhere in the back of her mind…she doubted it.

If he had felt this way all that time…he’d have said something. Anything.

She’d learned to ignore the uncomfortable silences. She’d had her own theories and heartaches to deal with.

That horrible feeling of mediocrity still threatened to consume her.

But she was done with the numbness. She was going to make herself feel something…even if it killed her inside.