Mark’s final entry
Mark’s final entry was a plea for forgiveness, a heartfelt hope that one day I might understand. “I never wanted to burden you with this,” he had written. “But truth has a way of coming out.” His words lingered in my thoughts, each sentence heavy with remorse. I could feel his anguish, his desperate yearning for some form of redemption. But while his pain was evident, my own hurt ran deep—making forgiveness feel unreachable, lost beneath the weight of betrayal and unanswered questions.
Mark’s Final Entry
A sudden interruption
Just as I began connecting the final dots, the doorbell’s chime shattered the silence, yanking me back to the moment. My heart jumped. Who would come now, unannounced? I wiped a tear from my cheek and moved slowly toward the door, dread pooling in my stomach with each step. When I opened it, a stranger stood on the porch—his expression unreadable, his presence unfamiliar. “Can I help you?” I asked, my voice tight with caution. He didn’t hesitate. What he said next turned my world on its head.
A Sudden Interruption
