We brought Hannah back home, the weight of the day's revelations heavy on all of us. She seemed lost, her usual spark dimmed by the turmoil within.
We settled into the living room, the silence thick with unspoken words and shared pain. I sat beside her, noticing the subtle shifts in her posture, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. Concerned, I decided to use my Telepathy to delve into her thoughts, hoping to understand the storm raging inside her.
Her mind was a chaotic whirlwind of confusion and pain. [If Dad is gay... then that explains everything,] she thought, her mind latching onto this new information like a lifeline.
[Why Mom is with Jack... she cheated on Dad... but why would she do that if Dad is gay?] The questions tumbled through her mind, each one a sharp stab of betrayal and hurt. She couldn't reconcile the father she knew with this new, unsettling revelation.
