Back To His Parents
Determined to face things head-on, I insisted we meet his parents again. “This has to be sorted,” I told him, my tone leaving no room for debate. He agreed, though his eyes flickered with unease. Returning to their home felt like reliving a script we already knew, but this time I was armed with facts. The air buzzed with anticipation, every word carrying the possibility of a revelation.
Back To His Parents
Finding A Pattern
As I pieced together more history, the pattern became unmistakable. “I’ve uncovered some things,” I told Mark carefully. Years of recurring debts, poor decisions, and mounting losses painted the same story again and again. Each discovery felt like pulling aside a curtain to reveal a familiar scene. It wasn’t shocking anymore—only disheartening that it had all been brushed aside until now.
Finding A Pattern
