Chapter 35. The Missing Father

The journey back from the wedding venue was cloaked in an uncomfortable silence that seemed to stretch on endlessly. The weight of my earlier outburst weighed heavily on my conscience, leaving me feeling ashamed and deeply embarrassed for losing control of my emotions. I longed to break the oppressive silence that had enveloped the car, to speak with Silas and begin mending the emotional rift that had been forged. However, finding the courage to do so proved to be an elusive endeavor.

As the car pulled up to our destination and Silas cut the engine, a wave of determination washed over me. I couldn't allow our evening to conclude on such a dissonant note. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and followed Silas as he stepped out of the car, calling out his name in a tentative voice. "Silas," I began, my words heavy with remorse, "I'm sorry for what happened back there."

Silas, whose impeccably tailored suit had been transformed into a disheveled en