Eliane's POV
Her eyes widened, and I could feel the tension rising within her.
"Nevermind," I shrugged.
"You were twelve by then," she began, her voice trailing off.
"Your father was arriving from a business trip... then he got killed... sorry, I mean he got into a car accident," she stuttered, her words filled with sadness.
I didn't want to say anything, but I could sense that my mom was aware of something. She knows something, but she doesn't want to tell me.
"What business trip exactly?" I asked, yearning for more answers.
She stared at me, her eyes full of secrets, yet she wasn't willing to share them. "Ten years now, mom. Why are you hiding something from me?" I thought to myself.
"To Vermont," she simply spoke.
"For what?" I pressed on.
"Don't you know what business trips are for?" she chuckled, but it sounded forced.
