Cornered by the Truth

R O M A N

Valeria was standing here in front of me, looking like she had just seen a ghost.

I could tell she was trying hard to be strong; it's like she already knew what I was here for, as the confidence she had the other day at her home when I made up the text story was gone.

I searched for even just a hint of it, but nothing; instead, she was looking pitiful, which for a second made me pity her