Hunger.
It wasn’t an accusation, an argument, or another reason to wonder whether I had somehow done something wrong.
Kayla had mistaken my patience for permission.
She learned they weren’t the same thing.
And that night, for the first time in weeks, I didn’t have to count what was mine.
But here is the real question: When someone mistakes your patience for weakness and makes you doubt what you know is true, do you keep arguing, or do you finally draw a line and let their own actions expose them?
