We sat there for some time in silence, meditating. I opened my eyes. She was staring directly at me, his thin lips tightly sealed. Was she waiting for me to speak? I closed my eyes again, hoping he would break the silence. But every time I opened them, I would see her glaring at me expectantly. She was waiting for me. He was waiting for me. I would I have to say something. I took a deep breath and began my confession.