A cold truth
As Dad’s words went into my bones, my heart felt like it was thumping in my ears. The guests wore masks of incredulity, immobilized like statues. My spouse was standing next to me, equally astounded and speechless due to the magnitude of what we had discovered. Whatever I had previously thought about our family was crushed by the weight of my father’s truth.
A Cold Truth
Dad moves on
With a stern voice, Dad returned his attention to the room. In an attempt to divert the evening from the mayhem, he started, “And on another note.” Curiosity and judgment twisted together in whispers that rustled like leaves in the wind. In the ruins of a once-glistening party, his efforts appeared pointless. Everyone was holding to the edges of their seats, demonstrating the obvious strain in the air.
Dad Moves On
