NatashaThere is a point where holding something in stops feeling like control and starts feeling like pressure, like something steadily building beneath the surface with nowhere left to go, and as I stood there with Alan watching me in a way that made it impossible to hide behind anything smaller than the truth, I knew I had already crossed that point, even if part of me still wanted to pretend I hadn’t.“I didn’t lie to you,” I said, because that mattered, even now, even with everything else unraveling around us, I needed him to understand that much.Alan didn’t interrupt, but I could see the question already forming in his expression, not disbelief, not yet, but something closer to it, something waiting to see where this would land before deciding what it meant.“You just didn’t tell me everything,” he said.“Yes.”The word came easier than I expected, maybe because there was no reason to fight it anymore, no reason to soften it or reshape it into something more acceptable.Behind
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