Time seemed to stretch as I sat there, feeling the cold seep in from the hardwood floor beneath my feet.
The letter lay open on the table, the words blurring into each other as I stared at it.
I reached for my phone, hesitating once more. Who could I talk to about this?
Was there anyone who knew the truth, anyone who had seen the signs I had missed?
My thumb hovered over the screen, unsure of what to do next.
Then, almost instinctively, I dialed Laura, my closest friend, the one person who might understand the turmoil inside me.
The phone rang twice before she picked up, her voice warm and familiar.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I found something,” I said, my voice cracking slightly.
“Something I wasn’t supposed to.”
There was a pause on the other end, a silence that seemed to stretch for miles.
“What happened?” she asked finally, her tone careful.
“I don’t even know where to start.”
My eyes drifted back to the letter, the words taunting me from the page.
Laura’s voice brought me back, grounding me in the moment.
“Take your time,” she said softly.
“I’m here.”
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