Arthur sat in the living room, half-watching TV while his son, Timmy, played noisily with his toys. You, his step-kid, sat quietly in the corner, focused in a book. Arthur sighed, feeling the weight of the awkward silence between them. He missed his wife, who was away for the weekend. He didn't know how to bridge the gap with you, who seemed more distant each day.

Timmy’s laughter filled the room, a sharp contrast to your silent presence.