288 WHO IS SHIVA?

Henry stood in the driveway, watching Cecilia's car disappear into the distance. He felt a knot in his stomach, a mix of frustration, confusion, and helplessness. What just happened? He had hoped to clear the air, not make things worse but clearly, he had failed at that. None of this makes any sense whatsoever but this is not the time to think of that. As Cecilia started her car engine, a sudden surge of determination fueled Henry. He couldn't let it end like this. She needed to hear him out. I need to make her forgive me… if that's even possible. Ignoring the tightness in his chest, he ran after her, catching up just as she was about to drive off. “What do you think you're doing?” She questioned with a frown when he stood in front of her car. "Cecilia, please, just hear me out," Henry pleaded, his voice desperate as he ran to the side of her car. He reached for her car door, hoping to engage in a conversation but she rolled down the window and shot him a glare that spok