The afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the living room floor.
My father-in-law had retreated to his room for a nap, leaving me to my thoughts.
The house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt like a held breath.
It was now or never.
I picked up my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed my husband’s number.
He answered on the second ring, his voice warm and familiar.
“Hey, everything okay?”
I swallowed, the words sticking in my throat.
“We need to talk,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
“It’s about your dad.”
There was a pause, a long, heavy pause that stretched between us.
“What’s going on?” he asked, concern lacing his words.
I took a deep breath, the air feeling heavy in my lungs.
“I need you to come home. There’s something you need to hear.”
He agreed, promising to return as soon as he could.
As I hung up, a sense of resolve settled over me.
It was time for the truth to come to light.
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