Simmering Frustration
The frustration bubbled beneath my calm exterior, but I managed to keep it under wraps. I fumed silently, my anger at the secrecy threatening to spill over.
It was maddening, feeling so out of the loop in my own family’s business. But I distracted myself with the mundane, hoping the physical work would keep me grounded.
Deep down, I knew confrontation wasn’t the answer—not now, anyway.