As she lay in bed that night , she fought with her conscious on whether she should tell him the truth. The huge gaping hole of a secret that she had kept from him the night he had so solemnly walked into the diner that one fateful night,beating the weight of the back breaking load, the night she found out her father had been killed in that house that fateful night.
How could she have missed it. he was in more than half the pictures that adorned the walls of the spacious house they had grown up in. well, at least until at the age of thirteen, It was then that her father had been pressured by his new wife to put their at that time twelve year old daughter into reform school. sadly she never went home. BUs she knew that it had to be him. he had her dad's features, with prominent chin and slightly large nose.
shaking the unsureness out of her head, she decided that she wouldn't tell him the truth or their biological heritage. the poor kid already had enough on his plate. she didn't see any reason why she should add to his burden. and