Madison’s Hidden Debts
As Dad spoke, his words revealed years of quietly paying off Madison’s debts, each pause and gesture carrying the weight of the secret they’d been keeping. “We’ve been helping her for a long time,” he admitted, his voice faintly cracking. My mind raced through memories, searching for any sign I might have overlooked. Slowly, understanding began to replace confusion, the pieces falling into place in a way that was both painful and illuminating.
Madison’s Hidden Debts
Questions And Anger
I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” I demanded, frustration bubbling to the surface. Dad flinched at my tone, his eyes silently begging for patience. “We thought it was best to handle it quietly,” he explained, but the secrecy still stung—it felt like a betrayal hidden beneath family loyalty. The room filled with unspoken emotions, and for a long moment, all I could do was stare at him, wrestling with the whirlwind of feelings inside me.
Questions And Anger
