A clear question
I asked him straight out, “Michael, why didn’t the kids come? What have I done?” My voice broke under the weight of my emotions. He looked away and took a deep breath. The room suddenly seemed even colder as I waited for his answer. Michael’s silence was heavy, but I needed words. I needed the truth.
A clear question
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Michael’s reluctance
He hesitated, looking away, and I saw the conflict in his eyes. “Mom,” he began, his voice barely a whisper, “there’s something you need to know, but I don’t know how to tell you.” My heart pounded in my chest, and I leaned toward him, silently urging him to continue. This was the moment of truth I’d been dreading, but also the one I’d been looking forward to.
Michael’s Reluctance
