The search for truth
I need to know more. There must be an explanation. Perhaps there was something I had neglected, some piece of the puzzle that would make everything fit together. My mind raced as I sifted through memories, looking for any clue that could help explain this enigma. I was not going to let this falsehood ruin my life without knowing why.
The Search For Truth
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Restless nights
I’m missing something important. The following few days were a jumble of sleepless nights and strained stillness. Every slightest noise made me jump, and my dreams were filled with half-formed pictures of betrayal. The house, which was typically a sanctuary, felt like a maze of secrets. As I sought for answers, each day felt heavier than the previous one.
Restless Nights
