I handed her the crinkled letter, siting on the bed, her eyes scanned the letter tension filling the room, i could tell that she understood what the letter implied yet again they had something on us
“ How?” Was her breathless words, but the truth was I also didn’t know, but my guess was a mole, but I knew that will just make her even paranoid, so I didn’t mention it
“ I don’t know, but don’t you think it’s time?” I knew she was not going to like my idea but I had to try I had being black mailed and if telling the truth meant our children hating us, I didn’t mind, we did a good job as parents and it was time we lived out lives with or without them, selfish? Yes but it was long overdue after having six children
“ No, I can’t, please don’t you make me do it Chris I’m not ready” tears welle
