An Unspoken Truth
When the meal wound down, silence hung thickly over the room, almost daring someone to speak first. It felt as though we were all waiting for a slip, a confession of what truly lay beneath the surface. “I think it’s time we’re honest,” I said gently, scanning their faces. No one answered, but the silence itself said more than words could. Something was clearly buried, demanding to be uncovered.
An Unspoken Truth
Confronting Ben
Afterward, I realized I could no longer ignore it—I had to speak to Ben directly. “Can we talk outside?” I asked. He hesitated but eventually agreed. The cool night air carried an urgency that matched my pounding heart. “Ben, I need to know what’s going on,” I pressed. “You’ve been different, and it scares me.” His eyes locked onto mine, heavy with meaning he wasn’t ready to voice.
Confronting Ben
