The Secret I Was Never Meant to Hear
Later that night, Elin and I stepped outside beneath the soft glow of the lights.
The air was cool.
The music inside became a distant thrum.
Elin didn’t pretend nothing happened.
She looked at me the way she did when she was five and trying to decide if the world was safe.
“I needed to meet her,” she admitted quietly.
“But I also needed to know I could choose my own family.”
That’s when the truth landed.
Not as a scandal.
As a confession.
