This was not how I imagined tonight unfolding. My daily life is a mix of long shifts at a local diner and the relentless cycle of parenting, leaving little room for deep conversations or emotional check-ins. Yet here we are, and the moment feels too significant to dismiss.
I shift uneasily in my chair, the weight of her gaze pressing on me. I know she’s waiting for something more, perhaps an admission, or maybe just a sign that I’m willing to listen.
“What do you want to know?” I ask, my voice more tentative than I’d like.
She hesitates, her fingers drumming lightly on the table. “Everything,” she says, barely above a whisper. “I want to know everything.”
Her words are like a key turning in a lock, and I feel the door of our unspoken truths creak open just a little.
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