Piecing clues together
Intrigued, I delved deeper into conversations, piecing together sparse clues. Each discussion felt like assembling a jigsaw puzzle where important pieces were missing.
‘Your parents were good people, but they had their secrets,’ another friend commented over lunch. Late nights were spent rehashing these talks, trying to make sense of timelines and relationships.
It wasn’t clear yet, but I felt I was inching closer to uncovering the truth buried under years of family drama.