He unfolded the paper slowly, his movements deliberate. I watched his face, searching for any sign of reaction. « This changes things, » I said, breaking the silence.
His eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of vulnerability. « I didn’t know, » he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
« Didn’t you? » I challenged, feeling the anger bubbling beneath the surface.
He sighed, setting the document aside. « Things were different back then, » he said, his tone defensive yet resigned.
« Different for you, maybe, » I retorted. « But now we have to deal with it. »
He nodded, a slow, deliberate motion. « What do you want to do? » he asked, the question hanging between us like a fragile thread.
« I need time, » I replied, knowing that this was only the beginning of a long journey.
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