meeting linda
A few moments later, Linda appeared on the porch, her face frozen in a cold expression. She stood there, arms folded, not even deigning to invite me in. “What are you doing here?” she asked bluntly, her voice sharp as a knife, every word tinged with coldness, as if my mere presence were a burden. The weight of her hostility pained me, but I gathered my strength and answered in a firm voice, despite the pain: “I’ve come to see my grandchildren.”
Meet Linda
suspicions grow stronger
Linda remained motionless, her rigid, defensive posture only fueling my doubts. “They’re busy for now, maybe another time,” she replied curtly, and I could almost feel the tension emanating from her. Although I chose not to insist, something inside me was rebelling. As we left the house, my resolve strengthened. There was clearly something hidden, and Linda’s icy reaction only confirmed that I had to find out the truth, whatever the cost.
Suspicions Grow Stronger
