Susan’s point-of-view
Navigating the hallway, I grappled with the revelations Jess shared with me — truths about her life that I, as her friend, remained oblivious to. A sense of disappointment in myself lingered, realizing the depth of her struggles.
The suspicion that Diane might not be Jess’ biological mother had crossed my mind before, but I hesitated to confront Jess with such an intimate inquiry. Now, however, it was evident. Jess had carried the weight of sadness throughout her life, and the prospect of an arranged marriage to an unfamiliar man could only exacerbate her predicament. I couldn’t stand idly by and allow her fate to further darken.
Halting before a classroom door, I observed Enzo engaged in lively conversation with his friends, a pang of longing welling up within me
