worst period of my life

Four months had passed..

The days dragged on, each one a mirror of the one before it, steeped in monotony and despair.

The last I talked to him was two months ago…

The last two months were the worst period of my life.

The days were somewhat tolerable.. I busied myself with work, meetings, and occasional conversations with Mia and Sophie.

Outside of work, I spent time with my parents, trying to keep up a semblance of normalcy.

One day, as I was absorbed in my writing, a conversation drifted through the walls, catching my attention. What I overheard felt like the ground beneath me was giving way, dragging me into an abyss.

It was my father's voice, low and urgent, as talked over the call. As the words seeped into my consciousness…

All the words he said… they clearly indicated.. My father was cheating on my mom.