EVA'S POV
As I strolled past my dad's room, the subdued tones of a conversation caught my attention. My curiosity got the better of me, and I pressed my ear against the door, eager to unravel the secrets they’ve been hiding from me.
"You need to tell her the truth," Mom insisted, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and frustration.
"She can’t handle the truth, Lisa, you know this," Dad replied, his voice holding a weary tone and I could tell they had probably spoken repeatedly about whatever they were discussing.
"If you don’t tell her the truth, you’re going to lose her. She’s going to get pissed and leave."
"Well that’s better off than her hating me when I tell her," Dad countered.
"Well, George Armani, she already hates you! Deal with it, be a man and tell her the truth!"
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