58 #Storm Raging

After the party, when the kids went to sleep, I decided to confront Brandon about his confession from earlier in the evening. I found him sitting alone on the porch, looking lost in thought. Taking a deep breath, I approached him and gently asked if we could talk about what he had said.

"Brandon…" I called out softly, trying not to startle him. He looked up at me with a mix of surprise and apprehension in his eyes. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to bring up the topic, but I knew it was important for both of us to address it. "you know it's still very hard for me to trust what you said," I admitted, my voice wavering slightly. "But I want to understand, Brandon. I want to know if there's any truth to what you told me."

"Come here…" Brandon called out, his voice gentle and inviting. He patted the space next to him on the couch, signaling for me to join him. I hesitated for a moment before slowly making my way towards him, unsure of what to expect. As I sat down beside him, I could