More people in the know?
If my mother’s acquaintance knew, who else in my circle did? The thought gnawed at me, keeping me up at night. Were additional persons aware of the betrayal but said nothing? I couldn’t shake the sense that I’d been living a lie, surrounded by deception. Plans to face others began to shape in my head, each one a potential disclosure that could either support or contradict my suspicions.
More People In The Know
Confronting the start
I needed to confront where the treachery began. My thoughts kept returning to the early indicators I’d missed, the moments that looked so plain in retrospect. If this affair had roots, it began somewhere familiar. Determined, I prepared to face the next phase of my trip. Confronting my history was the only way to go forward, even if I didn’t like what I discovered.
Confronting The Start
