"Um… well… as far as to be concerned… it is difficult to say…"
"… Is it because you don't trust him or is it because of what will come out of this?" — Dad this time asked, making it so I could find a proper answer. Even asking in a manner that would test my confidence. — "Is it because you are worried about her or is it that you already have a gist of what happened?"
"…"
"You should have a notion to these answers, sweetie. Tell me."
As if giving in to my wide-eyed reaction, Dad softened his sound. Reminding me that it was not hoping to reproach me but to help my thoughts find a reasonable track unlike that one the heart could lead.
Yet even as I knew, it was not as easy to grasp the correct words to express myself.
"… I trust him… and I am not worried about her either." — I eventually managed to say, convinced even if doubts were swirling around in my head trying to test my confidence.
