Sharing The Discovery
I called Greg back and finally told him everything that had happened, my words tumbling out faster the longer I talked. I explained how I’d found an official-looking document hidden in Jacob’s desk, dated the year I was born, and how unsettling it felt to even hold it. When Greg asked how Jacob reacted, I admitted he had dismissed it without a second glance, telling me to forget it entirely. Greg’s quiet exhale spoke volumes, and his muttered response confirmed what I already knew—this cold indifference was painfully typical.
Sharing The Discovery
Meeting For Support
Greg didn’t hesitate once he understood the weight of what I was carrying. He suggested we meet immediately, insisting I shouldn’t be left alone with thoughts like these. We agreed on Bean Street, our familiar spot, and he promised he’d be there within minutes. As I grabbed my keys, his voice softened, reminding me that he was there as a friend, not to stir drama. Even before we hung up, his steady reassurance made me feel less isolated, like I finally had someone firmly on my side.
Meeting For Support
