“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you something?”
She smiled.
“Of course.”
I didn’t know how to say it. Finally, I asked directly.
“Did Dad do something to you?”
The smile disappeared from her face. For several seconds, she stood completely still.
Then she slowly closed the bedroom door. My heart began pounding.
“Why are you asking me that?”
“Your clothes. Your arms. You’re always hiding them. When Dad talks loudly, you go quiet. When we ask questions, you always look at him first…”
My mother went pale.
“You’ve been thinking this all these years?”
I started crying.
“Just tell me the truth.” What happened next read in the comments
She sat on the edge of the bed. Then she said,
“Your father really is connected to what I’ve been hiding.”
My heart seemed to stop. But she said nothing more.
“I can’t tell you the rest today.”
