Confronting With Courage
A lingering unease gnawed at me, refusing to fade. I knew it was time to face Mom and ask about the man in the photo. Steeling myself, I made my way to the kitchen, each step propelled by a mix of determination and apprehension. “Mom, can I ask you something?” I began, my voice steady even as nerves churned beneath the surface. She looked up from what she was doing, her expression calm but impossible to read. “It’s about the man in that photo… Who is he?” I asked, doing my best to sound nonchalant. But deep down, I knew this moment carried the weight of long-awaited answers.
Confronting With Courage
Facing The Question
I drew in a steady breath and decided to just ask. “The man in the photo, Mom—who is he?” My voice was firm, cutting straight to the point. Linda froze, her expression shifting subtly, though I couldn’t quite decipher the emotion behind it. There was a moment’s hesitation before she finally spoke. “He’s someone from the past, Alex,” she replied, her tone carefully even. But I wasn’t convinced—there was something in her demeanor that didn’t sit right. Determined, I pushed further, hoping this time she might reveal more than she intended.
Facing The Question
