Asking For His Story
Connie brewed a pot of tea and brought it to the living room, where everyone gathered. Jeremy looked around, taking in the familiar space. “This place hasn’t changed a bit,” he said, his voice steady, though his eyes betrayed a lingering pain. “Jer,” his grandmother said softly, her tone heavy with concern. “Will you tell us what happened?” For a moment, Jeremy said nothing, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Then, with a deep, measured breath, he broke the silence. “I’ll tell you everything,” he said, his gaze steady. “But there’s one condition.”
Asking For His Story
Asking Them To Lie
Connie and Greg exchanged silent nods. “You cannot tell the police anything,” Jeremy said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I don’t want them going after my mother.” The pair glanced at each other, their eyes wide with concern. “But, Jer, the police need to know you’re back,” Greg protested cautiously. “I’ll tell them I don’t remember anything,” Jeremy replied, his voice calm but resolute. “I’ll say I’ve lost my memory or something. They won’t have a choice—they’ll have to let it go.”
Asking Them To Lie
