Mark’s Return
At last, Mark appeared at my doorstep, clutching an envelope far thicker than I had anticipated. His solemn expression, combined with the heft of that envelope, sent my heart into overdrive. As I stepped aside to let him in, a wave of unease washed over me. This was it. The moment I had both feared and yearned for—the moment I would finally uncover the truths my husband had kept hidden.
Mark’s Return
Silent Tensions
Mark sat across from me, his silence more telling than any words could be. The weight of what he’d discovered seemed to fill the room, heavy and unspoken. He didn’t have to say much for me to grasp the significance of it all. I could feel his resolve to explain everything clearly, yet the silence between us only sharpened the tension, making each passing moment more charged.
Silent Tensions
