87. Truth
Candace
When night falls and everyone retreats to their rooms, I stay seated on the bed, waiting. I knew she would come, but I didn't know when.
The silence in the house is different from other nights. It's not a silence of peace, but of anticipation. As if the walls held a sigh about to break, a truth that demands to be spoken.
I've been pacing the room for over half an hour, rehearsing what I want to say. How to start, how to look at her. But every time I try to articulate the words, they dissolve in my mouth as if they never existed.
I feel helpless, caught in the same story I've been unwillingly repeating for years.
I mentally review everything I've caused throughout my life and a bitter truth hits me: I've brought not happiness, but harm.
I was the reason my parents m
