Under the dim streetlights, his anger ebbed into doubt. Claire’s tears replayed in his mind, cracking the certainty he’d clung to. What if I was wrong? The question stalked him with every step. He shoved his hands in his pockets, jaw clenched, hating that for the first time, he wasn’t sure.
The night air bit at his face as Daniel walked aimlessly through quiet streets. Porch lights glowed faintly, dogs barked in the distance, but the world felt empty. His anger drained step by step, leaving only a gnawing hollowness. Claire’s tears replayed in his head, haunting him with every breath.