She stared at the old portraits surrounding the room, hanging as reminders of the past. It spoke volumes of what had transpired in their history, at least the written ones.
Was it time to talk about the narratives that remained in the shadows? Was the present ready to unravel the secrets of their past to make way for a new future?
"We don't have to tell the world just yet." Lance looked at her with those eyes that seemed to dig deep into her soul. "But we have to tell her, Eida." Pleading for her understanding.
She could see the urgency in his expression. She could sense his desperation for her cooperation. But was she ready to divulge the truth? What was stopping her?
She guessed she had always known that the time would come. But fear always stood in the way. She was afraid of how her daughter would react to the truth.
"I also wish to tell her, but..." She could hear the hesitation in her voice.
