Demanding The Truth
The following morning, I faced Ben with resolve etched in my every word. “We can’t keep pretending,” I told him, studying his every move. “What’s happening?” He shifted uneasily, hand at his neck. “Linda, it’s not that simple,” he muttered, eyes refusing to meet mine. I pressed harder, unwilling to relent. “We need to talk about Hannah. I know you know more.” His pause spoke volumes, an unspoken admission that we were closer to uncovering something vital.
Demanding The Truth
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