Considering My Dad’s Position
The more evidence I uncovered, the more I worried about what it meant for my dad. The weight of balancing the web of deceit and the looming confrontation pressed heavily on me. Did he have any idea about my stepmother’s actions? As I pieced together the mystery, more questions continued to arise. Each decision I made felt crucial, knowing it could tear at the very fibers of trust that held our family together.
Setting the Weekend Trap
That weekend, my stepmother mentioned visiting a friend out of town, and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to verify her story. I needed to ensure her claims matched up. As soon as she left, I called the number she had dialed earlier and listened carefully to the conversation that followed. What I learned from that simple call had the potential to confirm the suspicions that had been building for weeks.