A whispered intention
With his voice just above a whisper, Dad leaned closer. “We must have a conversation,” he said. My heart began to prepare for more drama. “Not now, Dad,” I said, attempting to be lighthearted. As a silent reminder that we were in this together, my spouse gave me a squeeze on the arm. I couldn’t help but worry about what Dad would say next as the tension increased, anticipating yet another upheaval.
A Whispered Intention
A private chat
Can we speak in the rear? Dad asked in a firm but hushed voice. I sighed, nodded, and followed him through the throng of people with my spouse. The cheerful hum of the guests’ conversation filled the room. Instead, I hoped I could be with them. Uncertain of what was ahead, we reluctantly moved to a more peaceful corner.
A Private Chat
