Mark Admits the Truth
He sank onto the couch, rubbing his temples like a man carrying the weight of the world. “Okay,” he sighed, voice low. “It’s bad. Way worse than I let on.” His admission landed between us like a stone. Concern and relief collided inside me; at least he wasn’t pretending anymore. But as he looked up, his eyes seemed haunted, shadows of stress etched deep. My heart clenched, but I couldn’t let sympathy cloud the need for clarity. “So what’s the real story?” I asked gently.
Mark Admits The Truth
Mark’s Apology
He took a shaky breath. “They’re… terrible with money,” he confessed, his voice cracking. “I thought I could manage it, fix it, but it’s worse than I expected.” He tried to reassure me, muttering, “I’ve got it handled, trust me.” But his promise felt fragile, words straining under the weight of reality. He forced a weak smile, though it looked more like an attempt to convince himself than me.
Mark’s Apology
