The atmosphere in the room was a strange and fragile mix of relief, joy, tension, and lingering fear.
Ross being awake again felt like a miracle, yet the emotional storm that followed threatened to shatter that fragile peace.
The conversation that unfolded was awkward, painful, and impossible to escape.
"You're a liar, Ross," Jenny said, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.
"You told me there was nothing going on between you and Bella. Then what is this? What am I supposed to think?"
Her words hung heavily in the air.
Ross swallowed, running a hand through his hair, his expression filled with regret and hesitation.
As always, he found the words quickly, his tone soft and sincere.
