Shaken and evasive
They were visibly shaken but refused to discuss the matter, suggesting we bury the past. ‘There’s no point digging up old dirt,’ my eldest brother insisted, his voice wavering.
‘Why can’t you just let it go?’ My sister nodded in agreement, her hands fidgeting. Their evasiveness only confirmed my suspicion that they knew more than they let on.
‘I won’t stop until I find the truth,’ I declared, frustration boiling over. They looked away, unwilling to meet my gaze.