The Truth I Couldn’t Face

I stared at the phone, my hand hovering just above it. I wanted to call him, to demand answers, but fear gripped me. What if the truth was worse than I could handle? My thoughts spiraled, each one more unsettling than the last. I wasn’t ready.

The uncertainty gnawed at me, but I knew I needed more than suspicion before confronting him. There had to be an explanation, something I’d overlooked, a hidden detail that could piece this puzzle together. My mind raced through forty years of memories, searching desperately for a clue. I couldn’t let this revelation unravel everything, not without understanding why it had been hidden from me all along.