They say you shouldn’t go to bed upset, but that won’t be a problem because you and Maeve won't be going to bed at all with how the argument is going.

You don’t even remember how the argument started, all you know is that now it feels like you both are standing on the edge of a cliff: one wrong step away from losing everything. 

It feels like somewhere along the way, things shifted between the two of you. Now every conversation turns into an endless back and forth that neither of you knows how to get out of. 

“You never listen to me.” Maeve snaps, her voice drips with frustration. She’s pacing the room, running her hand through her hair like she’s trying to keep herself from falling apart. “It’s always about you, your damn feelings, and I’m supposed to just..deal with it?”