The End of a Hidden Love Story
After listening to my story, my parents fell silent.
The silence lingered until my mom gently patted my back and spoke.
"Sweetheart, none of this is your fault. You followed your heart, and that's just who you are. You simply trusted the wrong man. But that's on him, not you.
"From now on, you've got us and Bryson. We're all going to take care of you."
My dad, though, was livid. The veins in his forehead bulged as he slammed his palm on the table.