CONFRONTATION 2
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Before Jane could respond, a deep voice boomed from the adjacent room.
“Leah.”
Her father stepped into view, his imposing frame as commanding as ever. Time had added more gray to his hair, but his steely gaze was unchanged. He looked at her like one might inspect an artifact from the past—curious, but detached.
“So, you’ve returned,” he said, folding his arms. “I assume you’re not here to beg for forgiveness.”
Leah’s pulse quickened, but she stood her ground. “No, Father. I’m here for answers.”
His brow furrowed slightly, though he quickly masked it with indifference. “Answers to what?”
“To the lies, the betrayal, and the truth about Mother’s death,” she said, her voice steady.
For the first time, something flickered in her father’s eyes—anger, or perhaps fear.
Jane let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, Leah, still clinging to those ridiculous fantasies? Mother died of a heart attack, remember? You were there.”
Leah’s jaw tightened. “No,” she said firmly. “I was told to believe that. But I know there’s more to the story. And I won’t leave until I uncover it.”
Her father’s expression darkened. “You’ve been away too long, Leah. You’ve forgotten your place.”
Leah met his gaze unflinchingly. “No, Father. I’ve finally found it.”
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Behind Closed Doors
As the tension thickened, Jane’s smirk vanished, replaced by unease. Leah’s father gestured toward his study. “We’ll discuss this privately.”
Leah nodded, following him into the room. She could feel Jane’s eyes burning into her back, but she ignored it.
Once inside, her father shut the door firmly, turning to face her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Leah.”
“And so are you,” she countered, setting her satchel down. “I have no intention of walking away empty-handed. Tell me the truth, or I’ll find it myself.”
He stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and menacing.
“Be careful what you wish for, Leah. The truth isn’t always what you expect.”
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