Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

She leaned forward and asked the final question without wasting any time further. "Okay, one last question. Do you cherish our mommy always? I mean, will you believe in her and stand by her no matter what happens? Can you love her even when she can’t describe how she wants to be loved?" Everyone in the room became silent once again, though the question sounds pretty simple, it isn't that simple, since it's the quite trickiest question.

"Why do you ask?" "Um…"

What hovers around the periphery is a silent query that’s as simple as it is complex: What’s next?

He’s ducking the question. “You borrowed a phone, didn’t you? Whose?”

“What are you doing here?” Good question.

Why did they do that? “Why did he do this?” Majesta finally got the question out.

But… The question is… Who is this guest?

Something underneath all of that — stripped back, uncertain, the expression of a person who had spent the night with a question they could not answer and were not sure they wanted answered. I looked at him. I looked at the backpack. I looked at his face. "Why are you asking?" I said.

😡 Vero asks "Then why on Earth would you ask such a question like that?!" To be continued...

I sniffled and wondered when the question series would come to an end. "What is your password?" Their eyes narrowed at us while we frowned in response. TO BE CONTINUED...