The Ten-Year Secret

Everyone is staring at him expectantly, waiting to hear his response. I'm also staring at him.

When he brings his gaze to mine, I instantly look away; I don't want to give him the wrong impression.

He clears his throat, holds up his drink, and then takes a sip.

Grunts of disapproval sound around the table as he downs his beer, but no one utters a word—no one except Ms. Bianca.

"So boring," Ms. Bia