Demanding More Proof
Despite the promises floating around, skepticism gnawed at me. I needed more than words—I needed proof. Mark seemed to understand, but his parents met my stance with unease. “We can’t keep relying on empty assurances,” I said firmly. “I need something solid.” They nodded, though reluctance was written across their faces. My demand wasn’t negotiable—without evidence, I wasn’t moving forward.
Demanding More Proof
Brief Communications With Mark
Our conversations shrank to cold exchanges of facts, stripped of warmth. Mark noticed, but he didn’t push. He seemed to know I needed certainty more than comfort. “I hope you see why I’m keeping this short,” I told him one evening. He nodded quietly, his defeated look saying enough. It felt like our relationship was suspended in midair, waiting for a verdict that hinged entirely on the truth about his family.
Brief Communications With Mark
