Hidden Truths
Laura’s late night after work visits to Jack’s bar was met by side eye glances and whispers. It wasn’t long until the writing on the walls began to appear. The ladies’ bathroom was a diary. Phone numbers, graphic romantic encounters, and one common name—Jack. The betrayal stung. “If you can’t trust me, then we can’t be together.” Jack put Laura’s concerns down to her immaturity. He made her question herself. Maybe she was making a mountain out of a molehill. The scribbles were probably just gossip and made up tales. She couldn’t risk what they had because of her own worries. Then, he did the unthinkable.