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The weight of Choices
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Ximena entered her father's study, feeling a heaviness in the air. It was a grand room, filled with shelves of books, a computer on the desk, and large windows that let in the natural light. Her father, Mr. Jones, sat at his desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read a thick book.
She quietly closed the door behind her, drawing his attention. He looked up, closed his book, and smiled warmly. "Ximena," he greeted, taking her hands as she sat down.
"Dad," she began, her voice tinged with frustration. "Are we going to pretend everything's fine? My wedding is days away, and I don't know how to feel with everything that's happening." Her heart raced as she spoke, feeling the weight of the diary she had recently found.
Mr. Jones sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ximena, I don't know what you want me to say," he said, his tone calm but distant.
She looked him directly in the eye. "I found the diary."
The moment she said those words, his expression shifted. He stood, crossing his arms defensively. "What you found doesn't change what's happening now," he said, but the tension in his voice betrayed his unease.
Frustrated, Ximena stood up abruptly. "I can't believe you're still hiding things from me," she snapped. She stormed out of the study, slamming the door behind her.
As she made her way through the house, Aunt Maggie hurried after her, calling her name. But Ximena didn't stop, her steps echoing down the hallway. When Aunt Maggie finally caught up, Mr. Jones was there to stop her. "Let her go," he said softly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "She'll come around."
"But I'm worried about her. Maybe it's time you told her the truth," Aunt Maggie said, her voice filled with concern.
Ximena continued toward her room, her phone clenched tightly in her hand. She could feel her emotions spiraling out of control. When she entered, Rex and Willow were sitting together, their conversation abruptly stopping as she walked in. Willow's eyes met Ximena's with an...
Ximena entered her father's study, feeling a heaviness in the air. It was a grand room, filled with shelves of books, a computer on the desk, and large windows that let in the natural light. Her father, Mr. Jones, sat at his desk, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read a thick book.
She quietly closed the door behind her, drawing his attention. He looked up, closed his book, and smiled warmly. "Ximena," he greeted, taking her hands as she sat down.
"Dad," she began, her voice tinged with frustration. "Are we going to pretend everything's fine? My wedding is days away, and I don't know how to feel with everything that's happening." Her heart raced as she spoke, feeling the weight of the diary she had recently found.
Mr. Jones sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Ximena, I don't know what you want me to say," he said, his tone calm but distant.
She looked him directly in the eye. "I found the diary."
The moment she said those words, his expression shifted. He stood, crossing his arms defensively. "What you found doesn't change what's happening now," he said, but the tension in his voice betrayed his unease.
Frustrated, Ximena stood up abruptly. "I can't believe you're still hiding things from me," she snapped. She stormed out of the study, slamming the door behind her.
As she made her way through the house, Aunt Maggie hurried after her, calling her name. But Ximena didn't stop, her steps echoing down the hallway. When Aunt Maggie finally caught up, Mr. Jones was there to stop her. "Let her go," he said softly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "She'll come around."
"But I'm worried about her. Maybe it's time you told her the truth," Aunt Maggie said, her voice filled with concern.
Ximena continued toward her room, her phone clenched tightly in her hand. She could feel her emotions spiraling out of control. When she entered, Rex and Willow were sitting together, their conversation abruptly stopping as she walked in. Willow's eyes met Ximena's with an...
