Remembering my secret
Forcing a smile, I nodded to the neighbor. “I’m okay,” I managed to say, though deep down, I felt completely lost. But as I sat there, something clicked—two secrets, actually—things my mother-in-law had no idea about. It was like a light in the darkness, a quiet reminder that there was still hope. I had something she didn’t know about, and it was mine to keep.
Remembering My Secret
Considering making a home call
Thoughts of calling my parents crossed my mind, but I hesitated. Would they really understand everything that had been happening? As I sat there, a sudden wave of nausea swept over me, a sharp reminder of the secret I carried. It was a rush of reality, making everything feel more urgent. I realized then that I needed to find a way to stand on my own, without relying on anyone—especially her.
Considering Making A Home Call
