Planning To Meet
Over coffee, Liz and I mapped out a plan to meet this woman. Though fear churned in the back of my mind, I knew I had to confront the truth directly. Liz took my hand, her support steady and unshakable. “We’ll face this together,” she said with quiet confidence. We chose a meeting place, fully aware that the conversation ahead could change everything. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was a step I couldn’t avoid, no matter how much it hurt.
Planning To Meet
Facing The Reality
Whether this was reality or an intricate deception, meeting her was the only path forward. Living in perpetual uncertainty was no longer an option. Liz was right—this had to be confronted directly. The idea of uncovering the truth was intimidating, but it was the only way to dispel the shadows of doubt looming over me. Perhaps, in doing so, I might finally find a measure of peace.
Facing The Reality
