Mark can’t keep the lie
Mark’s face paled as he turned from Tom to the proof. “Okay, son. The tension in the room was apparent as he stated, “You deserve the truth.” He sat down with his hands quivering slightly. “I didn’t want to burden you with this, but it’s time you knew.” Tom’s eyes widened as anticipation flowed through him. Mark took a deep breath, bracing himself to reveal the things he had been holding.
Mark Can’t Keep The Lie
The wrong dog buried
Mark’s voice was sad when he began. “That night, I made a mistake.” Max was not the dog that I buried.” Tom’s perplexity grew. “What do you mean?” he inquired. Mark sighed and gazed into Tom’s eyes. “Another dog perished near our yard—a stray. “I didn’t realize until later that I had buried the wrong dog,” he admitted, the weight of his error evident on his face.
The Wrong Dog Buried
