Watching and Waiting
My stepmother remained guarded, her secrets carefully concealed but still evident in the subtle changes in her behavior. She seemed to sense the increased scrutiny and responded with even more calculated actions. At the same time, my dad’s frequent absences began to weigh on my mind, raising concerns about the direction of his own investigation. The distance between moments seemed to stretch, filled with my curiosity and his silence.
Watching And Waiting
Unexpected Visitor
The tension in the air was palpable, as if everything was on the verge of breaking. So when the stranger my stepmother had met days earlier reappeared, it didn’t shock me. I soon discovered that my dad had arranged their meeting, setting the stage for a major confrontation. The atmosphere grew heavier, and I could see my stepmother’s usually confident facade falter, just for a moment. With a mix of intrigue and anxiety, I braced myself for the truths this meeting was bound to uncover.
Unexpected Visitor
