Silence Was My Revenge

Summary

Michelle said something came up at work and left in the middle of our dinner again.

I didn't try to stop her. I just quietly finished my meal alone.

Later that night, scrolling through Instagram, I saw a new post from her childhood friend. It was a picture of her hands, sleeves rolled up, serving a plate of food.

The caption read: "Stomach bug from hell. Huge thanks to Soph for being my hero and cooking for me. You're my rock, always showing up when I need you."

This time, I didn't call and start a fight like I used to.