As Peter packed up to leave for the day, his stomach twisted in knots. He rehearsed potential conversations in his head, trying to strike the right balance between kindness and firmness. He didn’t want to appear ungrateful, but he also couldn’t ignore his growing discomfort.
Driving home, Peter couldn’t shake the tension that had built throughout the day. His thoughts flipped between worry and guilt, each competing for space in his mind. By the time he pulled into the driveway, he wasn’t any closer to figuring out the right approach.