Rachel’s Frequent Trips
Rachel had been heading out more often than usual, her excuses flimsy and fragile like paper. “Just running errands,” she’d say, grabbing her bag in a hurry that felt just a little too rushed. Each time she left, she left behind a growing trail of unanswered questions. The stories never quite added up—“Really? Another book club meeting?” I’d silently question. Watching her walk away, my gut tightened with doubt. Was I just being paranoid, or was there something deeper going on?
Rachel’s Frequent Trips
Consulting With A Lawyer
I sat across from a lawyer, feeling like a stranger amid stale coffee and dusty files. His calm voice explained things I never imagined I’d have to face. “What are my rights? Custody?” I asked, the questions heavy with unspoken fears. He nodded, understanding without needing more words. Our conversation was dense but hushed, legal jargon swirling around me, each term adding gravity to the new reality I was slowly stepping into.
Consulting With A Lawyer
