A Serious Walk In The Woods
The next day on our hike, I seized a quiet moment. “Rachel, we need to talk,” I said, my voice calm but resolute. She paused, caught off guard, then nodded, falling into step behind the kids. Sunlight sifted through the leaves, casting shifting patterns across our faces. This was it—no more delay, the conversation I’d been avoiding, and my heart pounded with a mix of dread and hope, waiting for whatever she might say next.
A Serious Walk In The Woods
Unearthing Past Inconsistencies
I carefully brought up the little things that had been bothering me, the nagging inconsistencies I couldn’t ignore. “Remember that weekend you went to visit your mom?” I began. Rachel’s expression tightened, a flicker of caution crossing her face like she felt the storm gathering. Her answers came slow and unsure, her words stumbling over themselves. She shrugged it off, but I pressed on, driven to peel back the layers and find the truth hiding beneath her guarded mask.
Unearthing Past Inconsistencies
