She turns around and goes back to the house without looking back. Now she knows everything. And although the pain persists, the fact of having released the truth lifts a weight off me. One that I had been carrying for years. One that was suffocating me.
I wander aimlessly until I find myself in the center of the garden. I collapse onto a bench facing the fountain, which murmurs with its constant flow. I looked up at the sky. It’s clear, sprinkled with stars, as if the universe had also decided to stop hiding.
Inside me, there’s still a storm raging. A whirlwind of emotions, guilt, and unanswered questions. But for the first time in a long while, I feel calm starting to break through. Like a gentle breeze after a storm.
Perhaps it is true, as the old saying goes: the truth shall set you
