Linda’s Evasive Maneuvers
Linda launched into conversation about everything except the man. “Life’s been busy,” she began, neatly sidestepping the question. My patience was unraveling, every vague response only fueling my suspicions. “Mom, you’re not answering me,” I pressed, locking eyes with her. But she continued to deflect, her excuses stacking up like bricks in a wall between us. With every evasion, my doubts deepened, leaving me with more questions than ever.
Linda’s Evasive Maneuvers
Pressing For The Truth
I leaned against the kitchen counter, resolve tightening in my chest. “Mom, this isn’t just about some photos,” I said firmly. “Why does he matter to you now?” Her lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze flickering away. “Alex, it’s complicated,” she replied, her evasiveness only deepening my curiosity. But I couldn’t let it go. I had to uncover the truth—every piece of it.
Pressing For The Truth
