Facing the Betrayal
My dad was calm, his demeanor stronger than I’d seen in a long time. There was no denying his readiness to address my stepmother’s deception.
Conversations had been mapped out, each word carefully considered. He approached the topic with strategic precision, understanding that each argument needed to be pressure-tested.
I watched him, admiration building, as he navigated this complex situation with an unwavering desire for truth.