Realizing Lisa’s Secrets
My heart raced as reality set in. Lisa’s unusual demeanor, the hushed words—all pointed to something significant she was concealing. The concept scared me. My thoughts went back to the times she avoided her gaze or stuttered through sentences. Everything seemed interconnected, a string leading to a hidden truth that threatened to shatter the foundations of what I believed I understood. Everything was starting to make warped sense.
Realizing Lisa’s Secrets
Mark’s Quiet Tears
Over the phone, Mark’s voice became quieter, and I realized he was crying gently. ‘I’ve been too terrified to confront Lisa,’ he acknowledged, his fear of the reality palpable. It was a confession laced with vulnerability. The thought that he had kept this locked up broke my willpower. He was trapped between fear and a need to know. I didn’t have the answers, but I wanted to help him find them.
Mark’s Quiet Tears
