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Chapter 15: Sunday Morning.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the morning light streaming through the window was a harsh reminder of the new reality I was facing. This was my second day in this new life, and I was determined to make it better than the first. The memories of the previous day's disagreements with Gabriella and my disappointment in Levi's eyes still lingered, but I was resolved to turn things around.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground, as if to anchor myself in this new determination. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my responsibilities as a father and partner. I knew I had to make things right, not just for myself, but for my family as well.
Heading downstairs, I was met with the sight of Gabriella and the kids already seated at the breakfast table. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, but my stomach growled with anticipation, realizing that no plate was set for me. Gabriella didn't even glance in my direction, her gaze fixed on the kids as they chattered away. I felt a pang of hurt, but I refused to let it deter me from my goal.
My boys, Jacob and Levi, greeted me with cheerful "good mornings," their faces bright with excitement. But Gabriella's silence was deafening, her lack of acknowledgement a stark reminder of the tension between us. I chose to ignore her childish behavior, not wanting to escalate the situation. Instead, I made my way to the kitchen, determined to take matters into my own hands.
As I began to prepare my own breakfast, the sizzle of bacon and eggs in the pan was a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves. I focused on the task at hand, my mind clear and resolute. I was taking control of my life, one step at a time. And I was starting with this simple act of self-care, a declaration that I was worth taking care of, too.
As I joined my family at the table, the tension was palpable. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved issues. My boys, Jacob and Levi, looked at me with a mix of confusion and discomfort, sensing that something was amiss between their mother and me. They fidgeted in their seats, unsure of how to navigate this awkward situation.
Levi, always the curious one, broke the silence. "Can I have some, Dad?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the plate of food in front of me. I smiled and handed him a slice of bacon, trying to diffuse the tension. Jacob followed suit, requesting a bite of my toast. I gladly obliged, sharing my breakfast with my boys, hoping to bring some sense of normalcy to this strained moment.
But my gesture of goodwill wasn't limited to just my sons. I also offered some food to Gabriella, trying to extend an olive branch. I knew we had our differences, but I wanted to show her that I was willing to put our issues aside and work towards a resolution. I handed her a slice of egg, hoping she would take it as a peace offering.
However, Gabriella's response was not what I had hoped for. Instead of accepting my gesture, she stood up from her seat, her eyes flashing with anger and her jaw set in defiance. She didn't even look at me, her gaze fixed on some point beyond my shoulder. Without a word, she turned and walked away from the table, leaving the rest of us in an uncomfortable silence.
Her actions spoke louder than words. She was not interested in making amends or resolving our issues. She was determined to continue this charade of indifference, leaving me feeling frustrated and defeated. I sighed and put down my fork, my appetite lost in the face of this ongoing conflict. My boys looked at me with concern, sensing that things were far from okay. I forced a smile, trying to reassure them that everything would be alright, but deep down, I knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult road ahead.
As we finished our breakfast, I could feel the weight of the tension still lingering in the air. The silence was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated any attempt at conversation. My boys, Jacob and Levi, seemed to sense it too, their usual chatter and banter noticeably absent as we got ready to leave for Sunday service.
We filed into the car, the only sound being the creaking of the seats and the rustling of clothes as we settled in. I glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting the gaze of my boys, their eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and unease. They knew something was off, but they didn't know what.
Gabriella's absence was palpable, her empty seat a stark reminder of the rift between us. I had hoped that she would join us, that we could present a united front to our sons and to the world. But her refusal to come with us spoke volumes.
As I started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the silence was deafening. No one spoke, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the soft rustling of the wind outside. I tried to break the silence, asking my boys about their week, but their responses were monosyllabic, their hearts not in it.
The tension was too dry, too thick, suffocating any attempt at conversation. It was like driving through a desert, the landscape barren and unforgiving. I could feel the stress building up inside me, my mind racing with thoughts of Gabriella and our relationship.
As we drove to Sunday service, the silence in the car was a constant reminder of the fragility of our family, of the cracks that were beginning to show. I knew I had to do something, to bridge the gap between Gabriella and me, to restore the harmony in our home. But for now, the silence in the car was a heavy burden, a weight that I couldn't shake off.

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