Planning True Next Steps
Mark and I sat at the table, our heads close together. ‘We need a plan,’ he stated, his voice full of determination. We considered our alternatives, knowing that the truth needed to come out. ‘Let’s start by comprehending what happened,’ I offered. Our discourse was a delicate balancing act, with each word carefully selected. We knew our next moves were essential, a path fraught with uncertainty and surprises. Our discovery weighed heavily on us, prompting us to proceed with caution.
Planning True Next Steps
Reaching Out To Lisa
After a rough night, I finally got to Lisa. Her voice sounded exhausted, as if she were carrying a big load. Hello, how are you? I inquired, hoping to assess her mood. ‘Oh, just bored of the baby,’ she explained with a sigh. I couldn’t help but feel something more beneath her remarks. The truth was hidden beneath layers. I wasn’t sure how much she knew or was willing to confess. Our call was only the beginning.
Reaching Out To Lisa
