“I’m scared he’ll take control,” Lena said softly. “That he won’t let me choose.”
“Then you don’t go in unprepared,” Lana replied immediately. “And you don’t let him bully you into silence.”
Lena looked at her, eyes searching. “You really think telling him is the right thing?”
“Yes,” Lana said without hesitation. “Not because it’s easy. Not because it’s safe. But because it’s right. He has the right to know. And because secrets like this only rot from the inside.”
Silence followed, heavy but no longer crushing.
Lena exhaled slowly, as if bracing herself against a future she could no longer avoid.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Not now. But… soon.”
Lana squeezed her hands. “That’s all I’m asking.”
The storm hadn’t passed. Not even close.
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