Demanding The Truth
The following morning, I faced Ben with resolve etched in my every word. “We can’t keep pretending,” I told him, studying his every move. “What’s happening?” He shifted uneasily, hand at his neck. “Linda, it’s not that simple,” he muttered, eyes refusing to meet mine. I pressed harder, unwilling to relent. “We need to talk about Hannah. I know you know more.” His pause spoke volumes, an unspoken admission that we were closer to uncovering something vital.
Demanding The Truth
Unraveling The Past
At first, our exchange was stiff and fraught, but eventually Ben’s defenses began to break. He let out a weary sigh, his eyes glossing with tears. “I never meant for any of this to happen,” he confessed, guilt etched deep into his features. The weight of our words pulled tears from us both. “All I want now is to help,” he said, his voice faltering under the pressure of years unspoken. In that moment, I realized we were both bound by the same past, aching for some kind of release.
Unraveling The Past
