Interview with Michael
“It’s hard, Mom,” he concluded, running a hand through his hair. His gaze stretched across the room, avoiding mine. I noticed the tension in his posture, the tensing of his shoulders as if he were burdened with the weight of the world. His statement only heightened my concern, leaving me more desperate than ever for a clear answer. Complicated was not the right word to express my emotions.
Interview with Michael
He gave no details
I pressed him for details, leaning forward in my chair. “Michael, I need to know what’s going on. Please tell me the truth,” I begged. He shook his head slightly and sighed, “Mom, I promise I’ll explain everything soon. Now is not the time,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration. I watched him, both furious and worried, as he evaded my questions.
He Gave No Details
