Revelations like knives
Each discovery felt like a knife in my chest. The betrayal went deeper than I had thought. Why didn’t you tell me? I insisted, tears welling up in my eyes. She glanced aside, unwilling to meet my sight. ‘I’m sorry,’ she muttered, but her apology sounded empty. I left her house with a sad heart, filled with grief and fury. I needed to get to the bottom of it.
Revelations Like Knives
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Determined to get to bottom
I left resolved to get to the bottom of this. If my mother’s acquaintance knew, who else in my circle did? I needed to confront where the treachery began. Each step felt like walking on broken glass, but I knew I couldn’t give up now. The treachery had wrecked my world, and I refused to stop until I had exposed every lie and falsehood.
Determined To Get To Bottom
