That was the moment I realized my parents hadn’t simply been disappointed by the man I chose to marry.
They had been t. e. r. r. i. f. i. e. d that choosing Noah would somehow lead me here.
That I would ask questions. That I would find the house. That I would open that room.
And that whatever they had spent eight years hiding would finally come into the light.
My hands were shaking as I turned toward Noah, expecting him to look just as shocked as I was.
But he wasn’t looking at the documents. He was looking at the floor. And there was something on his face I never expected to see.
Guilt. That was when I realized my parents might not have been the only people who knew this house existed.
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