I waited for the regret to come, but it never showed its ugly face.
In one way I was happy. No regret meant I made somewhat of a good choice for myself, right? But at the same time, I felt guilty.
No regret meant I had zero remorse for what will happen with Nathan and what my mother will think. Especially my poor dad. What will he think when I reveal this truth to him? Will I then have to tell him the truth about how his two elder children died?
They were born together, and they died together, he would tell himself to grant him some level of peace. But he didn’t know the truth behind their deaths. Or maybe he did, and that’s what had slowly been driving him to what might be insanity someday.
All this was a lot for me to consider moving forward, yet all I thought about was
