19: LUNAR STRIFE: A TALE OF LOVE, CONFLICT, AND HEALING

The room grew tense, the air heavy with unspoken conflicts. I could feel the anger radiating from Bob, and his grip on me tightened as if he sought some reassurance. "I am loyal to you, Bob," I replied, my voice steady but with a subtle undercurrent of frustration. "But that doesn't mean I can't take care of my health. The doctor was here for my arm, not some hidden agenda." He scoffed, his breath hot against my neck. "I don't buy it. You're hiding something from me." I sighed, exasperated. "I'm not hiding anything. If there's a problem, we can talk about it, but don't jump to conclusions." His fingers dug into my shoulders, a mixture of possessiveness and frustration. "Talk? You've been avoiding me, spending more time with that doctor than with me." "It's not like that," I insisted, feeling the heat of our argument rise. "You've been distant, Bob. I'm just trying to make sure we're both okay." His laugh was bitter. "Distant? Look who's talking. You've become an expert at avoidin