My husband glanced at me, the weight of the explanation shared between us.
“It’s complicated,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
There was so much more to say, yet the words felt trapped inside.
They deserved the truth, but how much could they handle?
“We still love you both,” he added, his voice softer now.
Our son nodded, absorbing the news with a stoic resolve.
Our daughter, more emotional, wiped away a tear.
“We just need time to figure things out,” I offered, hoping to ease their worries.
The room settled into a tense silence, the enormity of the situation sinking in.
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