Frank's Truth
Ruth's POV
The room was too quiet, save the soft ticking of the clock. My head spun as I stared at Frank Xia, trying to fathom the storm of emotions running through my system. Sitting at the head of the table, his calm demeanor only served to further infuriate me.
Start talking," I said, my voice shaking. I wasn't sure if it was from fear or fury. Maybe both. "What's going on, Frank? And don't you dare lie to me again."
He let out a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "Ruth, I've never lied to you. I've just kept some things from you. There's a difference.
Kept some things from me?" My voice rose, and I shot out of my chair, pacing the room like a caged animal. "Are you actually hearing yourself? My family is gone. My life has been torn to shreds, and you're sitting there playing semantics with me?"
