Do You Ever Give Up?

POV: RHYS

When Tessa finally returned from the bathroom, the brief, tentative warmth we had managed to build across the dinner table had vanished. She slid back into her chair, her posture stiff, her gaze fixed deliberately on her half-empty plate. Her mood had flipped back to ice. She refused to look me in the eye.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, setting my whiskey glass down.

"Of course," s