I can feel the weight of her secret pressing down on both of us, a shadow that refuses to be ignored.
The meeting with the school counselor looms over us like a storm cloud, and I dread what it might reveal.
Will it be the catalyst for change, or just another layer added to the already heavy load we’re carrying?
Alone in my thoughts, I remind myself that I must be strong for her, even if I am unsure of what lies ahead.
The evening drags on, each minute stretching into the next with agonizing slowness.
Finally, it’s time for bed, and I tuck her in, kissing her forehead gently.
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” I whisper, hoping she can hear the love and reassurance in my voice.
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed, and I linger in the doorway for a moment before retreating to my own room.
As I lie awake in the darkness, the note burns a hole in my pocket, a reminder of the unanswered questions and the uncertain path ahead.
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