Fae.
"Then tell me the truth," he stared at me intently, determined to get an answer.
"The kids' father... he's dead," I forced myself to say, feeling guilty for saying something that felt like a curse, but what else could I do? How could I tell the truth?
"Dead??" he asked, seemingly in disbelief, before looking at the two children and then back at me.
"Yes, he's dead," dead to my heart, that's what I thought to myself.
"Do you think I'll believe that??"
"Whether you believe it or not is up to you, because I've already told you the truth."
"The truth, huh?" he said sarcastically, and I could tell he didn't believe me.
"I think you can go back now. Thanks for dropping us off. Here's the money," I reached into my pocket to give him money. He looked at it and then looked back at me,
